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It
would
have
been
a
shocking
sight
,
if
we
had
found
time
to
think
of
such
things
.
But
now
a
second
regiment
,
distinguished
by
white
plumes
,
kilts
,
and
shields
,
was
moving
to
the
attack
of
the
two
thousand
remaining
Greys
,
who
stood
waiting
in
the
same
ominous
silence
as
before
,
till
the
foe
was
within
forty
yards
or
so
,
when
they
hurled
themselves
with
irresistible
force
upon
them
.
Again
there
came
the
awful
roll
of
the
meeting
shields
,
and
as
we
watched
the
tragedy
repeated
itself
.
But
this
time
the
issue
was
left
longer
in
doubt
;
indeed
,
it
seemed
for
awhile
almost
impossible
that
the
Greys
should
again
prevail
.
The
attacking
regiment
,
which
was
formed
of
young
men
,
fought
with
the
utmost
fury
,
and
at
first
seemed
by
sheer
weight
to
be
driving
the
veterans
back
.
The
slaughter
was
truly
awful
,
hundreds
falling
every
minute
;
and
from
among
the
shouts
of
the
warriors
and
the
groans
of
the
dying
,
set
to
the
music
of
clashing
spears
,
came
a
continuous
hissing
undertone
of
"
S'gee
,
s
'
gee
,
"
the
note
of
triumph
of
each
victor
as
he
passed
his
assegai
through
and
through
the
body
of
his
fallen
foe
.
But
perfect
discipline
and
steady
and
unchanging
valour
can
do
wonders
,
and
one
veteran
soldier
is
worth
two
young
ones
,
as
soon
became
apparent
in
the
present
case
.
For
just
when
we
thought
that
it
was
all
over
with
the
Greys
,
and
were
preparing
to
take
their
place
so
soon
as
they
made
room
by
being
destroyed
,
I
heard
Sir
Henry
's
deep
voice
ringing
out
through
the
din
,
and
caught
a
glimpse
of
his
circling
battle-axe
as
he
waved
it
high
above
his
plumes
.
Then
came
a
change
;
the
Greys
ceased
to
give
;
they
stood
still
as
a
rock
,
against
which
the
furious
waves
of
spearmen
broke
again
and
again
,
only
to
recoil
.
Presently
they
began
to
move
once
more
--
forward
this
time
;
as
they
had
no
firearms
there
was
no
smoke
,
so
we
could
see
it
all
.
Another
minute
and
the
onslaught
grew
fainter
.
"
Ah
,
these
are
men
,
indeed
;
they
will
conquer
again
,
"
called
out
Ignosi
,
who
was
grinding
his
teeth
with
excitement
at
my
side
.
"
See
,
it
is
done
!
"
Suddenly
,
like
puffs
of
smoke
from
the
mouth
of
a
cannon
,
the
attacking
regiment
broke
away
in
flying
groups
,
their
white
head-dresses
streaming
behind
them
in
the
wind
,
and
left
their
opponents
victors
,
indeed
,
but
,
alas
!
no
more
a
regiment
.
Of
the
gallant
triple
line
,
which
forty
minutes
before
had
gone
into
action
three
thousand
strong
,
there
remained
at
most
some
six
hundred
blood-spattered
men
;
the
rest
were
under
foot
.
And
yet
they
cheered
and
waved
their
spears
in
triumph
,
and
then
,
instead
of
falling
back
upon
us
as
we
expected
,
they
ran
forward
,
for
a
hundred
yards
or
so
,
after
the
flying
groups
of
foemen
,
took
possession
of
a
rising
knoll
of
ground
,
and
,
resuming
their
triple
formation
,
formed
a
threefold
ring
around
its
base
.
And
there
,
thanks
be
to
Heaven
,
standing
on
the
top
of
the
mound
for
a
minute
,
I
saw
Sir
Henry
,
apparently
unharmed
,
and
with
him
our
old
friend
Infadoos
.
Then
Twala
's
regiments
rolled
down
upon
the
doomed
band
,
and
once
more
the
battle
closed
in
.
As
those
who
read
this
history
will
probably
long
ago
have
gathered
,
I
am
,
to
be
honest
,
a
bit
of
a
coward
,
and
certainly
in
no
way
given
to
fighting
,
though
somehow
it
has
often
been
my
lot
to
get
into
unpleasant
positions
,
and
to
be
obliged
to
shed
man
's
blood
.
But
I
have
always
hated
it
,
and
kept
my
own
blood
as
undiminished
in
quantity
as
possible
,
sometimes
by
a
judicious
use
of
my
heels
.
At
this
moment
,
however
,
for
the
first
time
in
my
life
,
I
felt
my
bosom
burn
with
martial
ardour
.
Warlike
fragments
from
the
"
Ingoldsby
Legends
,
"
together
with
numbers
of
sanguinary
verses
in
the
Old
Testament
,
sprang
up
in
my
brain
like
mushrooms
in
the
dark
;
my
blood
,
which
hitherto
had
been
half-frozen
with
horror
,
went
beating
through
my
veins
,
and
there
came
upon
me
a
savage
desire
to
kill
and
spare
not
.
I
glanced
round
at
the
serried
ranks
of
warriors
behind
us
,
and
somehow
,
all
in
an
instant
,
I
began
to
wonder
if
my
face
looked
like
theirs
.
There
they
stood
,
the
hands
twitching
,
the
lips
apart
,
the
fierce
features
instinct
with
the
hungry
lust
of
battle
,
and
in
the
eyes
a
look
like
the
glare
of
a
bloodhound
when
after
long
pursuit
he
sights
his
quarry
.
Only
Ignosi
's
heart
,
to
judge
from
his
comparative
self-possession
,
seemed
,
to
all
appearances
,
to
beat
as
calmly
as
ever
beneath
his
leopard-skin
cloak
,
though
even
he
still
ground
his
teeth
.
I
could
bear
it
no
longer
.
"
Are
we
to
stand
here
till
we
put
out
roots
,
Umbopa
--
Ignosi
,
I
mean
--
while
Twala
swallows
our
brothers
yonder
?
"
I
asked
.
