Battles of the nineteenth century . bineers. Dundonald invited Mr. Churchillto accompany him, though he did not belong to 2h TIIK BOER WAR. cither of these regiments, so that wc can givethe Etory of adventurous ride as it appearedto one of those who pushed on throuj^h lliedarkness to bring the first tidings of relief to thebeleaguered town. Never shall I forget thatride, he says. The evening was deliciouslycool. Mv horse was strong and fresh, for I hadchanged him at midday. The ground was rough?with many stones, but we cared little for the- ridge, or the rise beyond that
Battles of the nineteenth century . bineers. Dundonald invited Mr. Churchillto accompany him, though he did not belong to 2h TIIK BOER WAR. cither of these regiments, so that wc can givethe Etory of adventurous ride as it appearedto one of those who pushed on throuj^h lliedarkness to bring the first tidings of relief to thebeleaguered town. Never shall I forget thatride, he says. The evening was deliciouslycool. Mv horse was strong and fresh, for I hadchanged him at midday. The ground was rough?with many stones, but we cared little for the- ridge, or the rise beyond that, houses and dark trees, we had come so far to seeand save. The British guns on C:esars Campwere firing steadily in spite of the was happening ? Never mind ; we werenearly through the dangerous ground. Now wewere all on the flat. Brigadier, staff, and troopslet their horses go. We raced through thethorn bushes bv Intombis Spruit. Suddenlythere was a challenge. Halt ! Who goesthere ? The Ladysmith rel-ief column, and. IIURIAL-GROUND AT INTOMIil or round the corner of the hill was Ladysmith—the goal of all our hopes and ambitions duringweeks of almost ceaseless fighting. Ladysmith—the centre of the worlds attention, the scene ofmighty deeds, the cause of mighty efibrts—Ladysmith was within our reach at last. Wewere going to be inside the town within anhour. The excitement of the moment wasincreased by the exhilaration of the wildly, recklessly, up and down hill,over the boulders, through the scrub, HubertCrough with his two squadrons, MackenziesNatal Carbineers and the Imperial Light Horse,Avere clear of the ridges already. We turned the>iioulder of a hill, and there before us lay the tin thereat, from out of trenches and rifle - pitsartfully concealed in the scrub, a score of tatteredmen came running, cheering feebly, and somewere crying. Li the half-light the} lookedghastly pale and thin. A poor white-facedofficer waved his helmet to
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