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Portrait of Arthur Conan Doyle Arthur Conan Doyle The Great Boer War — Chapter 17 Buller's Final Advance (1900)

Turn every gun upon it, the guns of Monte Christo, the guns of Hlangwane! Turn every rifle upon it--the rifles of Barton's men, the rifles of Hart's men, the carbines of the distant cavalry! Scalp its crown with the machine-gun fire! And now up with you, Lancashire men, Norcott's men! The summit or a glorious death, for beyond that hill your suffering comrades are awaiting you! Put every bullet and every man and all of fire and spirit that you are worth into this last hour
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Portrait of Arthur Conan Doyle Arthur Conan Doyle The Great Boer War — Chapter 17 Buller's Final Advance (1900)

Always the same extended advance, always the same rattle of Mausers and clatter of pom-poms from a ridge, always the same victorious soldiers on the barren crest, with a few crippled Boers before them and many crippled comrades behind. They were expensive triumphs, and yet every one brought them nearer to their goal. And now, like an advancing tide, they lapped along the base of Pieter's Hill. Could they gather volume enough to carry themselves over? The issue of the long-drawn battle and the fate of Ladysmith hung upon the question.
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Portrait of Arthur Conan Doyle Arthur Conan Doyle The Great Boer War — Chapter 17 Buller's Final Advance (1900)

Wild hat-waving men upon the Hlangwane uplands see the silhouette of the active figures of the stormers along the sky-line and know that the position is theirs. Exultant soldiers dance and cheer upon the ridge. The sun is setting in glory over the great Drakensberg mountains, and so also that night set for ever the hopes of the Boer invaders of Natal. Out of doubt and chaos, blood and labour, had come at last the judgment that the lower should not swallow the higher, that the world is for the man of the twentieth and not of the seventeenth century.
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