Ballads of Brave Deeds By H. D. Rawnsley. With a Frontispiece and Preface by G. F. Watts |
Fletcher's Fight
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Fletcher's Fight
A BALLAD OF NYASA LAND
A full account of the gallant way in which Mr William Fletcher, uncommissioned officer of Royal Engineers, on February 7th, 1895, with a mere handful of men, held a halffinished stockade at Malemya's Town against the chief Kawinga and 1500 warriors, and after fighting for four hours, finding that his ammunition was failing, charged and put them to flight,—was given in the British Central Africa Gazette, 11th March 1895.
Mr Alfred Sharpe, British Consul for the territories under British influence to the North of the Zambesi, who came to the relief of the garrison after the attack, corroborated the account, and gave me further details of one of the most daring sorties in the face of overwhelming numbers that was probably ever made.
The name Fletcher may imply that the hero's ancestors were arrow-makers.
Inside a half-built wooden pen,
When the king Kawinga came our way,
With his fifteen hundred fighting men.
And nine we had taught to handle a gun;
And the fury of battle was in my blood,
For I was an arrow-maker's son.
With little to eat and many to fight,
My father's fathers were deft of hand
To shape the bolt, and to feather its flight.
Undyked, unmounded, a handful pent,
With none to succour or send for aid,
And a King's whole tribe on our murder bent.
Spears flashed and banners were waved on high,
There was crackle of forest and trample of feet,
And “Loot! Loot! Loot!” was the warrior cry.
With his pouches of poison and fiery tongue,
And bullets in thousands seemed to pass
As the spite of their death-shower over us sung.
Had a few in the face of such hundreds stood,
Never before had such hail been hurled,
And spears so thirsted to drink of blood.
Or bows were fashioned, or javelins thrown,
Was heard in the forest such fusillade
As scared the wild dogs of Malemya's town.
As prone on the ground we eighteen lay,
And all in a ring the black men fell,
And the fifteen hundred were held at bay.
For we fought from the morn till the height of noon;
Not once did we dare to rise to our knees,
But we knew our powder must fail us soon.
“Let us give them a cheer, and charge, my men,
It is better by far to fall outside
Than die like beasts in a cattle pen.”
Straight forth of the shelter dared to go,
With bayonets fixed, and in double line
We fired a volley and rushed on the foe.
Of our own fierce volley we charged like flame,
It bred such panic, the foemen broke,
For they deemed that devils to fight with them came.
By the spear and the matchlock cast away,
Eight miles thro' the forest the road was plain
To the fort we had held for our Queen that day.
To cheer and to charge from their lions' den,
And the King Kawinga may come for loot
With his fifteen hundred fighting men!
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