Charge!, by George Manville
Fenn
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Title: Charge! A Story of Briton and Boer
Author: George Manville Fenn
Illustrator: W.H.C. Groome
Release Date: May 4, 2007 [EBook #21302]
Language: English
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Charge! A Story of Briton and Boer, by George Manville Fenn.
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The earliest European settlers in South Africa were mostly Dutch. They
were known as Boers, the Dutch word for farmer. They were doing well,
and even though the British had come to rule the country, their
comfortable and profitable existence was all that most of them wanted.
However, an Irishman of the name of Moriarty thought otherwise, and
urged them to rebel against the British, simply because there is a class
of Irish people that enjoy fights, and the English are their nearest
neighbours, and Ireland was part of Great Britain.
Val Moray is the son of John Moray, who is farming in South Africa,
and he has a brother, Bob. There is also a Kaffir worker on the farm,
Joe, or by his preference Joeboy. Joeboy is a co-hero of the story.
Moriarty arrives with a few of the Boers and demands that Val be
handed over to him to go and fight the British. Val has to go, but
manages to escape. He gets to a place where his father has whispered
to him would be where Joeboy was to wait for him. They meet up with a
Light Horse unit of the British army, where Val meets an old friend,
Denham, and they take part in various skirmishes against the Boers, in
which they are injured and captured, but manage to escape with the
help of Bob and John.
There is plenty of action, but one can't help feeling that the author has
bitten off more than he can chew, as these skirmishes in real life
became more than that, and the whole thing became a real, if pointless,
war. NH
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CHARGE! A STORY OF BRITON AND BOER, BY GEORGE
MANVILLE FENN.
CHAPTER ONE.
HOME, SWEET HOME.
"Hi! Val! Come, quick!"
"What's the matter?" I said excitedly, for my brother Bob came tearing
down to the enclosure, sending the long-legged young ostriches
scampering away towards the other side; and I knew directly that
something unusual must be on the way, or, after the warnings he had
received about not startling the wild young coveys, he would not have
dashed up like that.
"I dunno. Father sent me to fetch you while he got the guns ready. He
said something about mounted men on the other side of the kopje, so it
can't be Kaffirs. I say, do back me up, Val, and get father to let me have
a gun."
"Ugh! you bloodthirsty young wretch!" I cried as I started with him for
our place, now partly hidden by the orchard--apple and pear trees--I
had helped to plant seven years before, when father really pitched his
tent by the kopje, and he, Bob--a little, round-headed tot of a fellow
then-- Aunt Jenny, and I lived in the canvas construction till we had
built a house of stone.
The orchard was planted long before the tent was given up--all trees
that father had ordered to be sent to us from a famous nursery in
Hertfordshire. How well I remember it all!--the arrival of the four big
bundles wrapped in matting, and tied behind a great Cape wagon drawn
by twenty oxen, whose foreloper was a big, shiny black fellow, who
wore a tremendous straw hat, and seemed to think that was all he
needed in the way of clothes, as it was big enough to keep off the sun
(of which there was a great deal) and the rain (of which there was little).
In fact, he wore scarcely anything else--only part of a very old pair of
canvas trousers, which he made comfortable and according to his taste
by cutting down at the top, so as to get rid of the waist, and tearing
close in the fork till the legs were about three inches long.
I remember it all so well: seeing the foreloper come striding along by
the foremost pair of oxen, holding one of them by its horn, and carrying
a long, thin pole like a very big fishing-rod over his shoulder, for use
instead of a whip to guide the oxen. Yes, I recollect it
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