From Capetown to Ladysmith eBook

George Warrington Steevens
This eBook from the Gutenberg Project consists of approximately 108 pages of information about From Capetown to Ladysmith.

From Capetown to Ladysmith eBook

George Warrington Steevens
This eBook from the Gutenberg Project consists of approximately 108 pages of information about From Capetown to Ladysmith.

“Right-hand Gun Hill fired, sir,” came the even voice of the bluejacket.  “At the balloon.”

“Captain wants to speak to you, sir,” came the voice of the sapper from under the tarpaulin.

Whistle and rattle and pop went the shell in the valley below.

“Give him a round both guns together,” said the captain to the telephone.

“Left-hand Gun Hill fired, sir,” said the bluejacket to the captain.

Nobody cared about left-hand Gun Hill; he was only a 47 howitzer; every glass was clamped on the big yellow emplacement.

“Right-hand Gun Hill is up, sir.”

Bang coughs the forward gun below us; bang-g-g coughs the after-gun overhead.  Every glass clamped on the emplacement.

“What a time they take!” sighs a lieutenant—­then a leaping cloud a little in front and to the right.

“Damn!” sighs a peach-cheeked midshipman, who—­

“Oh, good shot!” For the second has landed just over and behind the epaulement.  “Has it hit the gun?”

“No such luck,” says the captain:  he was down again five seconds after we fired.

And the men had all gone to earth, of course.

Ting-a-ling-a-ling!

Down dives the sapper, and presently his face reappears, with “Headquarters to speak to you, sir.”  What the captain said to Headquarters is not to be repeated by the profane:  the captain knows his mind, and speaks it.  As soon as that was over, ting-a-ling again.

“Mr Halsey wants to know if he may fire again, sir.”

“He may have one more”—­for shell is still being saved for Christmas.

It was all quite unimportant and probably quite ineffective.  At first it staggers you to think that mountain-shaking bang can have no result; but after a little experience and thought you see it would be a miracle if it had.  The emplacement is a small mountain in itself; the men have run out into holes.  Once in a thousand shots you might hit the actual gun and destroy it—­but shell is being saved for Christmas.

If the natives and deserters are not lying, and the sailors really hit Pepworth’s Long Tom, then that gunner may live on his exploit for the rest of his life.

“We trust we’ve killed a few men,” says the captain cheerily; “but we can’t hope for much more.”

And yet, if they never hit a man, this handful of sailors have been the saving of Ladysmith.  You don’t know, till you have tried it, what a worm you feel when the enemy is plugging shell into you and you can’t possibly plug back.  Even though they spared their shell, it made all the world of difference to know that the sailors could reach the big guns if they ever became unbearable.  It makes all the difference to the Boers, too, I suspect; for as sure as Lady Anne or Bloody Mary gets on to them they shut up in a round or two.  To have the very men among you makes the difference between rain-water and brine.

The other day they sent a 12-pounder up to Caesar’s Camp under a boy who, if he were not commanding big men round a big gun in a big war, might with luck be in the fifth form.

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