Diary of a tour in South Africa . ey, and reached our car at 7 , leavingLadysmith forty minutes later for Colenso, the 72 Diary of a Tour in South Africa. scene of another ill-fated attempt, which battle-field we are to visit to-morrow. It is onlyseventeen miles distant from Ladysmith, and wearrived there just as we were finishing a smoke and a few games of bridge, wewere all glad to turn in early for the night, asthe fatigue of the day had not been travelled from Cape Town, 2,159. April 20. Colenso. The present-day boy will associate thisname with a battle, just a
Diary of a tour in South Africa . ey, and reached our car at 7 , leavingLadysmith forty minutes later for Colenso, the 72 Diary of a Tour in South Africa. scene of another ill-fated attempt, which battle-field we are to visit to-morrow. It is onlyseventeen miles distant from Ladysmith, and wearrived there just as we were finishing a smoke and a few games of bridge, wewere all glad to turn in early for the night, asthe fatigue of the day had not been travelled from Cape Town, 2,159. April 20. Colenso. The present-day boy will associate thisname with a battle, just as the boy of myday associated it with an Arithmetic. Lastnight we slept on the battle-field, as the littlestation and siding where the car rested forthe night is in the midst of that scene ofBritish disaster. Soon after breakfast, underthe guidance of the very intelligent station-master, a man who had served in the war, andseemed to know what he was talking about,we set out to survey the neighbourhood. The BATTLEFIELD OF ^02 Diary of a Tour in South Africa. jT) first thing we came across was a roughishnotice board nailed to a stake, which informedus that at this point the British guns (nine, Ithink) were lost, and one could only ejaculate, Little wonder! after it was pointed out tous that, within a couple of hundred yards ofthe spot, hundreds of expert Boer riflemenwere concealed in thick bushes, and in behindthe railway embankment, a position from whichthey could easily pick off both horses and menthe moment the guns reached the spot, thesaid guns being quite out in the open. How-ever, a travellers diary is no place for thismatter, and, anyhow, British disaster is not apleasant subject to write about. We saw alsothe spot, marked by a pyramidical monument,where Lord Robertss son fell in a gallantattempt to bring in the guns from that fire-swept zone, also numerous other monumentsof interest. After lunch, we drove right acrossthe battlefield for a few miles and climbed
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