The daily morning journal and courier., 1896-06-26
ONE FIGHT IN BULAWaYO.

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 Fought in Matabeleland.
 1 [From the London Standard.l
 Writing from Buawayo on April F, to his friends in London, a correspon- dent says;
 T am back again safe but not quite sound, having been wounded in the head, but 1t is not very serious, A bull let cut groove right along the back of my skull, but it was too thick for it to penetrate. We marched out on the 2d of April, one hundred strong, with one Maxim. Our object was to relieve | Gwanda, a station seventy-five miles out, and there were supposed to be twenty-five men there in danger, We left at D. m. amid cheers. One troop consisted of Africanders, the other of Englshmen. I attached myself to the Africanders, The first night we were attacked, but repulsed the enemy with ease. We got down to Gwanda in thir- ty hours without more fighting, On the way we found all the stores footed and burnt They even stabbed the pigs and dogs. It was good travelling seventy-five miles in thirty hours, in full marching order. started with no kit only horse, saddle, etc, and rifle and revolver We decided to stay there five days, as the store had not yet been footed, and we had plenty of provisions. I was issuer so my mess | lived high. About the fifth day we started back About an hour after WE started I felt my horse was not right, so l jumped off, took off the saddle, and put in a small spring wagon we had with us that I used to carry ra tions in and extra ammunition. In about an hour I saw it was all up with the poor old chap. He walked slower and slower, the froth streaming from his nose; at last he stopped I told the other fellows to go on, as I should stop with him to the last. They wanted to shoot him, but I said the first one that shot my horse I should loose off into | him.
 'So they left me, and I stayed with the poor old chap till he died-his head on my knees. I tell you l felt sick Poor old fellow, he knew me to the last. l walked on, and caught the troop up five miles further on The captain and all were sorry for me, as he was far and away the best horse and the best looked after I lay down under a little bush and fell asleep, I was so tired; I had had no sleep and hard work for the last twenty-four hours. When I awoke every one was gone I thanked God I was still alive. Then I walked after them and caught them at night. We did not sleep much that night, and next day at dawn started. We did twelve miles and then rested for an hour, then went on for twelve miles more. We were in mas ty cloof. We found about twenty head of cattle and of course took them, after exchanging a few shots with the herds. said that it was a trap. I was right.
 About half mile on we were going through neck, hills on each side. l was on the front seat of the little wag- on when I saw a sheet of flame and heard roar; the bullets came like hail. The mules turned and broke the | Dole ! JullibCA ApN IT. to'S ''A~''' straight, and set to work to mend the pole with the driver but the bullets were thick and they made me a target; one grazed my cheek another went be- tween my legs, while a third took a button off my leggings. l got behind a tree alongside the wagon, rested my rifle on a branch and began. I let them have it. I saw three fall the first three shots as they were only hun dred yards off. But our fellows were falling fast, and horses dropping everywhere, so we had to advance.
 "We g5t on to a bit of open, but the niggers were close behind in the long grass. We went on advancing for four miles, fighting hard the whole time. At last we got to a rise and made a stand, as it was pretty clear we had lost heavily But they kept on just as heavy a fire as we kept on them. Our ammunition was nearly run out.
 "The captain asked me if I would try and ride though to Bulawayo for rein forcements and ammunition, which was terribly short. I said, I'll try
 q took the best horse I could see near, cut the equipment loose and jumped into the saddle. As l left them l had hailstorm of bullets after me All of a sudden a bullet struck me i'll the head, went right through my hat and cut groove along my skull. fell forward and heard man say, Poor old -, pipped.' I jumped up and said No fear Where's that blooming Kaffir?' I saw him and he didn't gc far. A fellow came up and tied up my head, and I went on firing. My head and face were covered with blood Now about the ride.
 'I rode like the wind for ten miles then slackened and gave my horse q drop of brandy I had in my flash. then rushed on till my horse fell and rolled over me I thought my leg was broken, but I managed to get into the saddle and go on. After while I gave him the rest of the brandy, and rode tC within six miles of Bulawayo, when met two men bringing out dispatch
 My horse was done, so I took one oi theirs, told them to come back and gal 1 loDed into BulawayO. I did the thirty miles in one hour and a half, and had covered sixty miles that day, and five hours hard fighting. I saw Colonel Spreckley, and he sent two hundred and thirty men at once. I just stayej to have my wounds bandaged and started with them We met them twelve miles out. They had fought their way through the Kaffirs. I had ! +O nd crof in a