Mafeking

An Excerpt from:
E.E.
Reynolds, B-P: The Story of His
Life,
London, Oxford University Press, 1943.
B.-P.
once spoke of the Boer War as a wretched affair. In his
previous experiences of South Africa he had come to like
the Boers and to respect their independent spirit and
their deep love for the free life of the veldt. But for
years trouble had been mounting up between the two
peoples, British and Boers. Neither side was solely to
blame. The opening up of a great country like South
Africa to the settler, the prospector and the miner, some
of them little better than self-seeking rogues, was bound
to lead to clashes, and perhaps if either side had been
less stubborn, war would have been avoided.
His
knowledge of the country and of the people made B.-P.
realize that the struggle would not be the easy business
some people expected; he knew, for instance, that almost
every Boer was a first-class shot and was a natural scout
who would take every advantage of the nature of the
country. But his warnings fell on deaf ears.
Soon
after his arrival in England in June, 1899, B.-P. was
summoned to the War Office, and there Lord Wolseley, the
Commander-in-Chief, asked him to go out to South Africa
as soon as possible and organize two regiments of Mounted
Rifles for service on the north-western frontier of the
South African Republic, or the Transvaal as it was
usually called.
Here is
part of their typical conversation:
Wolseley
: I want you to go out to South Africa.
B.-P. : Yes, sir.
Wolseley : Well, can you go on Saturday next ?
B.-P. : No, sir.
Wolseley : Why not ?
B.-P. : There's no ship on Saturday, but I can go on
Friday.
At this
Wolseley burst out laughing, and went on to explain the
nature of the special mission which B.-P. was to carry
out. War had not yet begun, but only a miracle then could
have prevented it, and the Commander-in-Chief did not
wish to leave anything to chance.
The map
will explain the situation. Cape Colony and Natal would
be the bases from which British troops could operate, but
on the west of the two Boer Republics was Bechuanaland,
and on the north, Matabeleland or Southern Rhodesia. It
would be of the greatest importance that these should be
well guarded, not only to forestall any help the natives
might give to the Boers, but to keep part of the Boer
forces occupied away from the British Colonies.
B.-P.'s
job was to raise these two regiments as quickly as
possible, and to take up positions on the western
frontiers in readiness for any trouble.
He
arrived at the Cape in July, 1899. Here he met all kinds
of difficulties. The authorities there were still hoping
to avoid war, and did not therefore want to do anything
to annoy the Boers any further; the public enlistment of
men would obviously be regarded with suspicion. So B.-P.
decided to go at once north and do his recruiting there.
He selected as his two centres Mafeking and Bulawayo.
When he had gone out to Matabeleland in 1896 the railway
had ended at Mafeking, but by 1899 it had been
constructed as far as Bulawayo.
This
town was well away from the Transvaal frontier, but
Mafeking was just inside the frontier of Cape Colony and
just outside the Transvaal. In order to avoid trouble, he
at first concentrated on Bulawayo. There he had, as his
chief helper, Lieut.-Colonel Herbert Plumer, with whom he
had worked so happily in the Matabele Campaign.
It was a
stiff task he had to face. He had to recruit his men,
train them, and organize the whole force within a few
months. It was done by using the methods that had already
proved so successful with his scouts in the 5th Dragoon
Guards; the men were divided up into small groups each
under a responsible N.C.O. There was not time for a lot
of drill, so most attention was given to shooting and
horsemanship, and the training was mainly carried out by
frequent field days and sham fights. So well did this
scheme work that within two months the men were ready for
the field. By this time war was obviously only a matter
of weeks. His own regiment, the 5th Dragoon Guards, had
landed in Natal, and he hoped that he would be allowed to
return to his command. But he could not be spared; had he
done so he would have been besieged in Ladysmith instead
of Mafeking.
In
making his plans should war break out, B.-P. had decided
to divide his forces into two; he put Plumer in command
of one regiment to operate in Southern Rhodesia; he
himself went with the other regiment, with Lieut.-Colonel
Hore in command, to Mafeking. B.-P. knew the importance
of this little frontier town, and the Boers also
recognized it, for, as soon as war was declared in
October, General Cronje with 9,000 men marched towards
it.
Under
modern conditions Mafeking could not have been held for a
day; a few tanks could have gone right through it; but in
1899 there were no tanks and no aeroplanes, and the
explosives used would now be thought primitive. The town
had no natural means of protection. It lay on the open
veldt (wild grassland) with a river, the Molopo, running
through it. The population consisted of some 8,000
natives who lived in their own town, and about 1,800
whites. The garrison was made up of the Protectorate
Regiment under Colonel Hore (489 officers and men), with
a mixed force of B.S.A. Police, Cape Police and
Bechuanaland Rifles (in all, 276 officers and men). The
Town Guard numbered 300 men. Others were recruited, such
as railwaymen and Cape boys (coloured). Altogether, B.-P.
had at his disposal 1,250 armed men, but many of these
were untrained and some of them were of doubtful loyalty
to Britain. All through the siege there was trouble with
spies; the natives could be used for sending out
messages, as they could slip out at night and were very
skilled in hiding any written note.
A system
of trenches with small forts was hastily constructed
round the town, just in time to face Cronje's army. The
Boer general was surprised that the British did not yield
at once, for it seemed folly to attempt to defend such a
place. He was not anxious to lose many men in direct
attacks, and doubtless thought that in a short time the
besieged would come to their senses, so he drew a cordon
right round the town and sat down to wait for the
surrender.
B.-P.'s
reputation as a scout was well known to the Boers and
they respected him for his skill, but they had yet to
learn his other qualities - chief of which were his
astonishing ability in inventing means of deceiving the
enemy, and his way of inspiring all who came in contact
with him, soldiers and civilians alike, with his own
gaiety and determination. He was not content to sit still
and wait for what the Boers might do; he knew that action
was important for keeping up the spirits of his men, and
that surprise moves would worry the Boers more than
anything else.
The
artillery at Mafeking was absurdly out of date. There
were four small guns, but the fittings were worn and the
fuses so shrunken with age that they had to be wedged
into the shells with paper. Two guns were added during
the siege. First of all the railway workshops
manufactured one out of the steam-pipe of an engine
reinforced with some old iron railings melted down and
shrunk into it; the whole was mounted on the wheels of a
threshing-machine. This home-made affair proved most
useful at night. It would be moved as near the Boer lines
as possible, with it's wheels wrapped in canvas to deaden
any sound, and blankets hung round it to hide the flash
when it was fired. Locating this mysterious gun became
part of the Boers' regular time-table. It was christened
'the Wolf', and is now preserved in the Royal United
Services Museum in London.
The
second gun was found by accident. Major Godley (later
General Sir Alexander Godley, of ANZAC fame) noticed that
a gate- post of a farm was an old 18th-century carronade;
it was dug up, and on it were the maker's initials -
B.P.! It fired a shot like a cricket ball, but it helped
to keep the enemy at a respectful distance.
At the
beginning of the siege good use was made of an armoured
train. A few days after war broke out a party of Boers
was observed approaching from the north. The train set
out, and, supported by some troops, a useful small action
resulted which heartened the besieged and discouraged the
enemy. But this could not be repeated often, for soon the
Boers had cut the railway line on each side of the town.
One of the last exploits of the train was unintentional.
There was a store of dynamite in the town which B.-P.
felt was dangerous, as it might be blown up by a chance
shell; so he ordered it to be loaded into two trucks,
which were then pushed out of the town by an unattached
engine to the top of the gradient. As the trucks slid
down the line, the enemy opened fire; they thought it was
another armoured train, and were considerably astonished
when their firing blew up the whole lot. This made them
more cautious than ever.
B.-P.
called the siege a great game of bluff; he was full of
ideas for ruses, and his example encouraged others to
invent schemes for outwitting the besiegers. Thus a
number of apparently explosive mines were laid all around
the town. Notices were put up explaining that it was
dangerous to go near them; B.-P. knew that this
information would be quickly passed on to the Boers by
spies. Then he announced that they would be tested, and
he and an engineer went out and set one off. Actually the
mines were boxes full of sand, and the one that went off
was a specially prepared one - B.-P. pushed a stick of
dynamite into an ant-bear hole, lit the fuse and then
took cover. It produced the most satisfying explosion,
and again helped to make the Boers more cautious of
approaching the town at night. That was B.-P.'s main
purpose, for he knew that darkness was his chief enemy.
Another
ruse was invented by a commercial traveller in the town -
anyone with special knowledge was soon enlisted in the
defence. This man sold acetylene lamps, and he had a
small store of acetylene with him. A lamp was fixed on
top of a pole and a big reflector made with a biscuit
tin. Then one night it was taken to one of the forts and
suddenly switched on like a searchlight. It was then
hurriedly moved to another fort, and again the light
shone out. The Boers got the impression that there must
be a whole series of searchlights, so they were still
further discouraged from making night attacks.
B.-P.
himself was the chief safeguard against such attempts,
for he would spend most of the night scouting beyond the
lines, peering into the darkness and listening for any
sign of movement from the enemy.
Major
Godley said:
"Had
it not been for B.-P.'s amazing energy, personality
and ubiquity, I think that there would have been a
good deal of alarm and despondency in the garrison.
But he was always thinking of various stunts to keep
up our spirits, and there was nobody and no part of
the defences that he did not visit continually.
Frequently, after spending, as one did, most of the
night wandering around and visiting the outposts, I
have lain down for a little sleep, and have been
awakened at daybreak - to see B.-P. sitting at the
edge of my dug-out, having walked out before the sun
rose. It really was a rather strenuous time, and it
is curious to reflect that one never had one's boots
off for eight months, except in the daytime."
And
again:
"His
courage was unbounded, his versatility was
extraordinary, and his sympathy with all sections of
the community most marked."
It was
during one of his night prowlings that B.-P. found he was
stalking one of his own scouts. He was reconnoitering the
position of a gun, and as he lay hidden among some rocks,
he noticed a man with a black face cautiously
approaching. B.-P. froze, but as the man came nearer he
recognized him as one of his own scouts who had blackened
his face by way of camouflage.
During
the day-time B.-P. spent much time on a lookout tower
which had been erected near his headquarters. Here he
would search the surrounding country with his glasses for
any movements of the enemy, trying, as it were, to read
the intentions of the Boers from any signs he could
notice. When did he sleep ? That was rather a mystery. He
seemed able to do with a few snatched hours from time to
time; and occasionally passers would notice him stretched
out on a long chair on his veranda during a lull, but as
often as not he would be sketching rather than sleeping.
This constant wakefulness encouraged the inhabitants;
they felt that as long as the Colonel was on the watch,
they had little to fear.
The
greatest source of danger was a 94-pounder siege gun
which the Boers brought up towards the end of October. It
was christened 'Old Creaky', and by a system of warnings
from the look-out, the people were able to take cover
before the shell arrived. Fortunately many of the shells
did not burst, and then there was a rush for souvenirs.
In
November Cronje made one determined attack from the
south, but this was beaten off after heavy casualties on
both sides. Soon afterwards Cronje withdrew with 6,000
men and left General Snyman in command with 3,000 Boers.
The new commander was reluctant to risk lives in
attacking Mafeking, but preferred to draw the cordon
tighter in the hope of starving the besieged into
surrender. Even by then the siege of this small town had
been of great value to the British, for the 6,000 men who
had been kept there for two months might well have made
all the difference if they had been free to join the Boer
forces in Natal or elsewhere.
Things
were not going well with the British. There had been a
series of defeats in the field, and Kimberley (with
Rhodes inside) and Ladysmith were also besieged. The way
in which Mafeking held out came as one of the bright
spots in an otherwise gloomy picture.
B.-P.
knew the value of keeping people cheerful. His own habit
of whistling popular tunes - sometimes done when he was
feeling annoyed - was itself encouraging to others, but
he also set to work to organize all kinds of
entertainments and sports. By unwritten agreement on both
sides, Sunday was observed as a truce. Even here a bit of
bluff was carried out. It had been noticed that when the
Boers came out of their camps, they carefully stepped
over the barbed wire that surrounded them. The British
had no barbed wire, but they went through all the motions
of stepping over it just to make the Boers think that it
was there !
In
addition to sports of all kinds, there were competitions.
One of these was for the best life-sized dummy figures
representing men of the Defence Forces; these had to be
equipped with mechanical arms. They were then placed in
various forts, and moved from time to time to give the
enemy the impression that all forts were fully manned.
Actually some of the forts themselves were only dummies.
B.-P.
himself took a leading share in these pastimes; he would
play the part of a meditative coster, or his favourite
role of a sergeant-major, or he would appear as a
circus-director to organize a mock circus. Far from
lowering his authority as commander, these very human
activities added to his influence, and helped to spread
confidence.
As the
siege dragged on, with food getting short and little news
coming from outside, there was need for encouragement.
Every scrap of news was published in the 'Mafeking Mail';
this newspaper, 'issued daily, shells permitting', was
another source of good fun. It had, for instance, a daily
list of quotations for the price of souvenirs. As the
time passed it had to be printed on an odd assortment of
paper; but it managed to carry on in spite of
bombardment.
In
January, 1900, Lord Roberts, with Lord Kitchener, arrived
in Cape Town to take over supreme command. At once a new
spirit entered the conduct of the war. Roberts sent
encouraging messages to Mafeking, but wisely did not
raise false hopes. The little town was a long way from
Cape Town and the main enemy forces were between the two.
Relief would not be possible until these had been
defeated.
On
Boxing Day an attack was planned on one of the Boer
forts; spies, however, did their work well, and the enemy
received full information of the scheme. The result was a
bad setback for the defenders, but it did not shake their
determination to hang on to the end.
Food
supplies were carefully rationed. B.-P. and his staff
lived on a smaller ration than the rest of the population
'to judge', as he explained, 'how little was necessary
for keeping us going'.
One by
one the horses, and later the donkeys, had to be killed
for food. Nothing was wasted. The mane and tail were used
for stuffing pillows and mattresses in the hospital. The
shoes were melted down for shells. The flesh became
sausages. The skin and hoofs and head were boiled for
hours and ultimately became a kind of brawn. The bones
were used in soup. Horses' oats were made into biscuits,
and the husks after soaking became 'a paste closely akin
to that used by bill-stickers. This was called sowens, a
sour kind of mess, but very healthy and filling.'
Money,
too, was needed, so they printed their own bank-notes
from a design drawn by B.-P. Then stamps were required
for the town post. The first issue had B.-P.'s head on
them, but this had been done without his knowledge and as
a pleasant surprise for him. It was indeed a surprise;
and although he had it altered to a boy riding on a
bicycle, the legend still lasts that his head was used
for his own glorification!
The boy
on the bicycle is important, because he is one of the
links between scouting for soldiers and scouting for
boys. The man-power of the town was very fully employed
in the defence, but the boys were organized by Lord
Edward Cecil, the chief staff officer, into a cadet
corps. They ran messages and did all kinds of odd jobs.
Their leader was a boy named Goodyear - he might also be
called the first Boy Scout. They were dressed in khaki,
and wore either a forage cap, or a 'smasher' hat - that
is, a cow-boy hat with one side turned up. For a time
they used donkeys and bicycles, but gradually the donkeys
had to disappear into the kitchens. They had competitions
of their own, and the following one will be recognized by
many a Boy Scout of to-day.
"Each
cadet will receive a letter on the Recreation Ground. He
will carry it to the Staff Officer; route via Carrington
Street. He will there receive a verbal answer and return
to the Recreation Ground to the sender, and repeat the
verbal message to him in a loud, clear tone of
voice."
The tide
of war turned at the end of February, 1900, when Cronje
surrendered to Roberts at Paardeberg. Kimberley had been
relieved a fortnight earlier, and Ladysmith a few days
later. Now all eyes were turned on the little town which
was still besieged. Plumer was making every effort to
reach it from the north, but his force was too small.
On the
1st April Queen Victoria sent the following telegram to
B.-P.: "I continue watching with confidence and
admiration the patient and resolute defence which is so
gallantly maintained under your ever resourceful
command."
In the
middle of April more Boer troops arrived to join the
besiegers; with them was a young Field Cornet, Sarel
Eloff, a grandson of President Kruger. This young officer
was eager to make an attack on Mafeking, but General
Snyman was cautious. Eloff sent in a message to B.-P.
suggesting that the Boers should bring a cricket team
into the town to play the defenders. B.-P. replied,
"Mafeking, in the game it is playing at present is
180 [the days the siege had then lasted] not out against
the bowling of Cronje, Snyman and Eloff. Don't you think
you had better change the bowling ?"
At last,
however, Eloff persuaded Snyman to launch a great attack.
It started on 12th May. The scheme was for Eloff to
attack from the west along the river and through the
native town, while Snyman would at the same time attack
from the east. Eloff carried out his part of the plan; he
fired the native town and even captured some of the
British. B.-P. was watching the battle from his tower,
and calmly gave his orders as he saw how events were
developing. His counter-attack ended with the capture of
Eloff and his men, who were escorted into the town by the
cadets who had been on duty all day. Meantime Snyman had
carried out his share of the scheme in a half-hearted
fashion and was repulsed.
That
very day news at last came through from Lord Roberts that
a determined effort to relieve Mafeking was to be made. A
force of some 1,000 men was assembled at Barkly West,
some 200 miles south-west of Mafeking; this was to
co-operate with Plumer's regiment, which was to the
north-west. These two forces had to fight their way
before they could meet; and then between them and their
goal lay a strong force of Boers under one of their best
commanders, Delarey. A hard-fought battle dispersed
these, and in the evening of the 16th May an advance
party of the relieving force rode into Mafeking. Amongst
them was Major Baden Baden- Powell of the Scots Guards.
He immediately went to greet his brother and, for once,
found him asleep ! It was as if, feeling confident of the
result, he had decided that at last he could safely relax
his watchfulness.
The next
day B.-P. rode out to meet the main relieving force and
to bring it into Mafeking. The siege had lasted 217 days,
and some 20,000 shells had been fired into the town.
Casualties numbered 813, and half the officers had been
killed or wounded.
The news
of the relief was greeted with an outbreak of wild
enthusiasm throughout the Empire, which reached its
climax in London. Crowds assembled outside the house of
B.-P.'s mother, and were not satisfied until again and
again she had appeared in answer to their cheers. Then
London went mad with delight, and the word 'mafficking'
was coined to describe the scenes.
I was a
boy at the time, but I vividly remember the news of the
relief appearing on the placards - there was, of course,
no wireless in those days. In honour of the event, boys
wore a button badge with B.-P.'s portrait on it, showing
him with the hat which will always be connected with his
name. He became the hero of us all.
Queen
Victoria sent the following telegram:
"I
and my whole Empire greatly rejoice at the relief of
Mafeking after the splendid defence made by you
through all these months. I heartily congratulate you
and all under you, military and civil, British and
native, for the heroism and devotion you have
shown."
B.-P.
received the C.B. for his achievement, and he was at once
promoted to the rank of Major-General - the youngest
officer in the army to be a general. He was forty-three.

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