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Marching on Tanga
(with General Smuts in East
Africa)
by
Francis Brett Young
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This is
the May 1938 Collins Edition in a torn and crudely repaired
dust-jacket |
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Publisher and place of
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Dimensions in inches (to
the nearest quarter-inch) |
London and Glasgow: William Collins Sons & Co.
Ltd |
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5½ inches wide x 8 inches tall |
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Edition |
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Length |
May 1938 [first published September 1917] |
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263 pages |
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Condition of covers |
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Internal condition |
Original green cloth blocked in black (with
outline map of Africa to front cover). The front cover is rubbed,
particularly around the edges, and a little dull. There is a large
discoloured damp patch on the rear cover and smaller areas of almost
complete colour loss (please see the image below). The head of the spine is
frayed with some loss of cloth. The tail is bumped and also frayed with some
splits in the cloth but no loss. There is also a discoloured patch at the
tail. The corners are bumped and frayed. |
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There are no internal markings and the text is
very clean throughout. There is some separation between the inner gatherings
particularly at the Title-Page (please see the image below). The damp patch
on the rear cover has slightly stained the rear pastedown and end-papers. |
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Other
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Yes: however, the dust-jacket is torn, scuffed
and chipped with some loss and significant taped repairs on the reverse,
including an attempt at some "in-fill" on the front panel (the "MA" of
"MARCHING"). Most of the extent of the taped repairs can be seen in the
final image below. The dust-jacket is also grubby and discoloured. |
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This 1938 Edition is very clean internally,
though with damp-staining to the rear cover, and in a dust-jacket which is
discoloured and torn, with significant taped repairs. |
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Illustrations,
maps, etc |
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Contents |
There are three colour plates by John E.
Sutcliffe (all shown below) |
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There are 22 untitled chapters |
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550 grams.
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Marching on Tanga
Illustrations
COLOUR
PLATES
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The last of them, a grey
Vauxhall, with shining pointed radiator, in which Jan
Smuts was sitting -
There was nothing else for
it. We must run -
We watched them, clustered
on the hill which had been called Kashmiri Kopje
TO MY FRIEND STEPHEN REYNOLDS
Mr dear Reynolds,—They jolted my poor
body up the Tanga Line in one of their damned cattle-trucks, and
shot me out into a Stationary Hospital at M'buyuni, where the big
baobab stood. I crawled into a bed in which there were real sheets;
and when I woke next morning in a mild and very peaceful light, I
found that they had put a book on the table at my bedside. . . . It
was one of your own books, and not, I think, a very good one; but I
read it all the same (I who had read no book for many months but a
map of England!), and found, to my sudden joy, that I was meeting a
friend. For this book, whatever else it contained, held a great deal
of yourself; so that, reading it, I could imagine that we were
talking together, as we three have talked so many times, above my
blue bay, in the soft western weather. It was so good and so homely
that I felt I must thank you: and so I, too, am going to send you
this twice-torpedoed once-rewritten book, in the hope that it may
some day serve as happy a purpose as your own.
Yours, as ever,
FRANCIS BRETT YOUNG.
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Marching on Tanga
Chapter I
When the troop train ran into the
siding at Taveta the dawn was breaking. All through the night we had
been moving by fits and starts over the new military line from Voi,
moving through a dark and desolate land which, eighteen months
before, had been penetrated by very few men indeed. In that night
journey we could see little of the country. Not that we slept—our
progress was too freakish, and the Indian railway trucks in which we
were packed were too crowded for that—but because the night seemed
to lie upon it with a peculiar heaviness. All the time one was
conscious, without seeing them, of the imminence of vast mountain
masses, even though our line carried us for the most part over a
fairly open plain. One was conscious, I say, of all these heavy
mountains to the north: first the Burra Hills, and later the bulk of
Kilimanjaro itself; and when, at a little after five o'clock, the
sky began to lighten, we could see that the plain through which we
moved was scattered with smaller hills of symmetrical, volcanic
shape, to the very summits of which the thick bush climbed.
In the shape of these hillocks there
was nothing unusual, for isolated fragments of this kind are
scattered over a great part of Africa; but to the men with whom I
was travelling, and to whose fortunes for many months to come my own
must be linked, these hills bore a very different significance. The
smooth green knoll past which we now crept was Salaita, the scene of
a most bitter reverse and of a bloodless victory. The wooded crest
which marked our southern horizon, two gentle summits with a dip
between, was the ridge of Latema, in the Kitowo Hills, blocking that
gate between Kilimanjaro and the Pare Mountains which had been
forced six weeks before upon the eve of the rains. The nek of
Latema-Reata meant a great deal to my companions the Rhodesians. In
that fight, when things were going badly, an officer and seventeen
men of the regiment had held the narrow passage for hours; and that,
so we were told, had been the turning-point in the action which
unlocked the gate and made our new invasion possible.
Nearly all the men in the regiment had fought at Salaita and Latema,
and, what is more than that, had undergone the weary months of
waiting before, when, after the failure before Tanga, everything was
touch-and-go in East Africa. When almost daily the Uganda line had
been raided by small parties of German askaris, when Mombasa and
Nairobi had been equally threatened by an enemy superior in numbers,
they had clung to and held that immense defensive line, wanting
provisions, wanting water, wanting the very next necessity of life
in those parts, quinine. All these privations the Second Rhodesia
Regiment had suffered. The unit which left Salisbury over eight
hundred strong, moved down after their six months' rest in the
highlands with a strength of just under six hundred rifles. At the
time when I left them, and at which this narrative will close, they
could not put into the firing line more than fifty men; their
machine-guns had been returned to Ordnance for want of gunners, and
pestilence had swept away the lives of all their transport animals.
But they had fulfilled their destiny, which was to be the tempered
spearhead of the First Brigade: the weapon which in three months was
driven to the heart of the German province.
The move which had cast us so suddenly into Taveta, ahead of the
other units of the First Division, was characteristic of the secrecy
and swiftness with which Jan Smuts works. Indeed, we were not quite
assured that the greater rains were spent and that an advance on a
large scale would be possible. We had expected to lie for a week or
two at M'buyuni, where the forces of invasion were concentrating,
until the weather had hardened and the ways were sure, and on that
morning at Taveta the Pare Hills, a fine fantastic tangle of
mountain to the southward, from which blue vapours lazily uncurled,
wore a very watery look, while of Kilimanjaro itself nothing could
be seen, for even the nearer foothills were half veiled in mist.
Yet, though the weather were doubtful there was no manner of doubt
in the minds of those who were returning to our adventure. This
campaign was to be so different ... so very different. To begin
with, we should no longer starve: for great accumulations of animal
and mechanical transport were being massed behind us; nor need we
lack for men since the South African contingent—a force as large as
our own— was in the field; cavalry too would now be at hand to
complete the work of the infantry battalions. Brits, we were told,
was arriving or had even arrived in Mombasa with his mounted men. It
is strange in these later days to remember how much we staked on
Brits and the Second Mounted Brigade. . . . But I think that the
thing which most sustained our confidence and made us embark with
such high hopes upon the second phase of the East African operations
was our absolute confidence in the leadership of Smuts. That he was
a fine strategist, the move on Moshi, in spite of the failure of the
northern enveloping column, had shown us. Of his personal courage we
had been assured by the incidents of the Lumi fight; but there was
yet another factor—in this case one might almost have called it a
personal tribute—in his success which demanded our confidence, and
that was the luck which has followed him throughout his career.
Every one believed in his fortune no less than in his attainments;
and it was partly this belief that sent us so happily on our way,
for Fortune is the deity of all others whose shrines are never
desolate in these precarious days.
In Taveta itself, at the time when we arrived, there was little
enough to be seen. It has never had anything to show for its
importance on the map but a little mission-station on the crown of a
low hill, lying in the marches above the Lumi, as the knoll of Brent
lies in the turf-moors at the foot of Mendip. There, indeed, there
were trenches and the bleached bones of German dead; but the old
station had been found so pestilential that ever . . .
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Marching on Tanga
Chapter VI
In that camp by the river sleep did
not come easily. I suppose we were too tired to sleep. I lay there
staring at the fire, where the wood embers were gradually falling to
white ash, and listening to the restlessness of the night where so
much life moved by the river. The Colonel's orderly threw another
bough on the fire. The boiling sap hissed with a sound that was
wholly proper to the night, and then the bark cracked and broke into
flame, lighting the figures of the men who lay about our fire, and I
fell to wondering what manner of men we really were whom a blind
fate had dumped down together in a spot where no man had ever
trodden before.
I saw the Colonel lying there, glowing within, as I made sure, from
the consciousness of the stretcher's rejection, and rather enjoying
that cold couch in his role of old campaigner. Further off lay M-,
who now for many years had scarcely slept beneath any roof but that
velvety sky in which the Southern Cross is hung; and beyond him
B-the Quartermaster, already fast asleep. Then the fire flickered on
to the spare face of Capell's orderly, a lanky fellow who had fought
in all the wars of Africa, and once—how many years ago?—had been at
Rugby School. I could not help wondering what all these men were
thinking of; and then, strangely enough, the sight of each of them
impressed me with a sudden memory of the places with which they were
connected in my mind: so that when I thought of the Colonel I saw
those homely fields that lie beneath the Lickey Hills, and the great
lake at Cofton, swarming with winter wild-fowl. The dim form of
M-gave me a vision of the mountains of Skye, rising black over a
grey-green sea; while from B-, most precious memory of all, I stole
a dream of the turf moors of Somerset, golden in buttercup time, and
yet another of stonewalled farmyards in autumn, with the taste of
pomace in the air, and white mists lapping the lower cliffs of
Mendip. So, numbering remembered joys, I snatched what sleep the
mosquitoes would allow me.
I must have been sleeping lightly, for a sudden cry in the night
made me hold my breath and then the darkness was full of confused
sound: with the shouts of men, the trampling of mules and horses.
This could only be one thing: a surprise attack with the bayonet. A
scurry of hoofs swept past me in the dark, scattering the ashes of
the dead fire. And yet no shots had been fired. At any rate we
should soon know the worst. If they had broken through our pickets
in the dark, God help us! And then a breathless sergeant ran up to
headquarters to tell us that a lion had stolen within the perimeter
and stampeded the mules. Their keeper had awakened to see the
beast's great shape moving like a shadow towards him, and had cried
out; and after that the whole camp had been thrown into an uproar.
If this alarm had taken a less seasoned regiment, a great deal of
damage might have been done; and as it was, I wondered what would
have happened if we had been attacked that night, as ours was the
only section of the perimeter on which pickets were posted.
Now it was impossible to sleep, if only for the cold, and at dawn of
a most beautiful morning we set off again, following for several
miles the uphill track down which we had stumbled the night before.
It was strange how much easier the daylight made it—that, and above
all the sweet and vigorous morning air. At the top of the hills we
made a new line for the river, and reached, before midday, an open
space, where for a little while we bivouacked. Even so we were far
ahead of our transport and our rations, which rolled up painfully,
and by degrees. In all this campaign I was full of pity for the
wretched bullocks who were forced to work (and there was no way out
of it) under the most distressing conditions, growing leaner and
leaner on the thin pasturage of the bush, and driven —for they were
willing beasts—until they dropped. Here it was obvious that we had
utterly outmarched them. For the greater part of the night they had
been pushed and pulled through the sand of dry nullahs, working
beyond their strength in a country that was waterless. All the
transport officers complained that they could do no more, unless the
beasts were to be sacrificed for the sake of one day's march.
Indeed, they had scarcely strength to struggle down to the Pangani,
unladen, for watering.
But early in the afternoon we were ordered to inspan. In this war
and with this General nothing was impossible. Very slowly and with
infinite pain we rejoined the old trade route, passing through a
wide stretch of relatively open country, which had lain hidden from
us between the thick bush and the Pangani. The track was level, and
fairly easygoing, else our oxen would never have finished it.
At last in that golden humid evening, when the low sun cast long
shadows, we halted, wondering what would be done with us.
Certainly something unusual was toward. In the clear sky an
aeroplane shone like a yellow dragonfly. The field artillery with
their quickfirers rolled past, and, swishing through the long grass
as though it were their natural element, a score of motorcars loaded
with the general staff, came by: the last of them, a grey Vauxhall,
with shining pointed radiator, in which Jan Smuts was sitting, with
Collier, his Chief of Staff.
The General's car turned through a lane in our ranks and made off
towards the line of bush to eastwards. In a little while it was
whispered that there was good reason for our haste: that the
Northern Army (as the Germans call it) under Kraut, was still in
Same, and that Hannyngton, with the Second Brigade, was at their
heels. Here was the defensive position on which we had expected them
to retire.
Over miles of bush we could see the blue masses of the Pare, and in
front of them, paler by contrast, the hill of Kitamuli, which
overhangs the railway . . .
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Marching on Tanga
From the dust-jacket:
FOR all those who prefer accounts of
real men and their doings to stories of the imagination, Marching on
Tanga is the very book; the author's name is one which needs no
further recommendation and the book itself is a sturdy, forthright
account of one of the most interesting, though perhaps less
well-known, aspects of the Great War—the fighting in South-West
Africa. Dominating its pages, which tell of hardships endured,
friendliness, small pleasures and great dangers, is the figure of
that splendid soldier and leader, General Smuts.
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