Memorial to the Old Boys who fell at Isandlwana
(located on the battlefield)
Memorial to the Old Boys who fell in the various 'colonial wars' of the 1870s
(located in the foyer of Clark House, Maritzburg College)
Clark’s
inspiration: The tale of the College Warriors at Isandlwana
When
looking upon the breast of a College boy, one is suddenly struck by the
penetrating sight of a crossed carbine and assegai set against a blood-red
background. When arriving at College, each boy is told the legend of how his
badge represents the bloodletting and bravery of the black and white combatants
of the Natal colonial conflicts of the 1870s. What follows is the story of the
final moments of Old Collegians;
Frederick Durrant Scott, George Shepstone, George Macleroy, Harry Davis, Adrian
Blaikie and Thomas Doyle beneath the towering colossus of Isandlwana. Their
story is one fraught with bravery reconciliation in the sense that they all
made a final stand with Colonel Anthony Durnford; a man whom many of them had
blamed for the death of their comrade
and former schoolmate Robert Erskine, despite being able to flee on horseback.
In the
early morning of the 22nd of January 1879; a young man named George Macleroy (‘Kelly’
to his mates) found himself posted five kilometers east of Isandlwana, in a vedette
overlooking Ngwebini Valley. He had been ordered there by his popular lieutenant,
Scott, and told to keep an eye out for Zulu patrols. It was nearing seven in the morning and the mercury
was rising. Moments later, Macleroy’s attention shifted from the heat to the
sound of hooves in the valley below. He strained his eyes and made out the dark
shapes of Zulu men on horseback. At first he thought that they were the men of
Colonel Durnford’s Natal Native Horse (NNH), but soon realised that they were
not wearing the felt hats and red bandannas that the NNH troops were issued
with. His suspicions were confirmed when
he realised that the number of mounted Zulus, estimated to be over 5 000,
vastly outnumbered the group of NNH troopers allocated to Durnford.
Macleroy
and Harry Davis, Old Collegians and vedette companions, were about to race
westwards toward Scott’s position on top of the ‘Conical Hill’ to the east of
Isandlwana when they were visited by a fellow Carbineer who told them to
proceed to Scott’s position. Before they reached the Conical Hill, they came
across Scott, who ordered them to join his squadron of mounted volunteers who
had been ordered to observe the enemy near the iThusi Ridge. When reaching the
ridge that overlooked iThusi, Scott’s party realised that the Zulus they had
seen that morning were in fact the vanguard of the Zulu Army’s central chest
and not the remnants of a minor patrol.
Scott
and his men observed the Zulus for just over half an hour before Scott decided
to engage them. Riding to within 1 000 metres of the approaching tribesmen,
Scott ordered his men to spread out at ten meter intervals and dismount. A
minute later, and with the Zulus now 700 metres from the Carbineers’
skirmishing line, Scott’s booming theatrical voice echoed across the plain
below iThusi, “Fire!”
And so Scott’s Carbineers, with Macleroy and Davis amongst them, fired the
first shots of the Battle of Isandlwana into the central chest of the Zulu Army.
Interestingly, one of Scott’s former classmates was about to encounter the Zulu
Army’s right horn.
Captain George
Shepstone was the son of Sir Theophilus Shepstone, K.C.M.G and one College
founding scholars. At the start of the Zulu War, he joined Colonel Durnford’s NNH
and was appointed as an officer on his staff. Durnford arrived at Isandlwana at
about 10h30, having already been informed of the Zulu threat to the north east.
After a brief and heated conference with Colonel Pulleine,
Durnford decided to take a group of his NNH to the eastern horn of iThusi.
Instead of joining his Commanding Officer, Shepstone was sent with Captain
Barton, Lieutenant Raw and two troops of the NNH to investigate a report that
6 000 Zulu troops were advancing across the Nqutu plateau. Shepstone’s
party climbed the Tahelane plateau to their north and then rode east, towards
Nqutu. They had not gone eight kilometers before they came into contact with
the Zulus’ right horn, a body of close to 15 000 men.
After
dismounting and firing at the approaching Zulus, Shepstone and Barton must have
agreed that their force wasn’t big enough to keep the right horn from
surrounding the camp, so Shepstone was sent back to the camp to ask for troops
to reinforce their position. When Shepstone arrived he was irritated to find
that the camp hierarchy were somewhat distracted by an order they had just
received from Chelmsford. Exhausted and realising the extent of the Zulu threat
to the camp, Shepstone couldn’t help himself and blurted out-
“I am
not an alarmist, sir, but the Zulu’s are in such black masses over there, such
long black lines, that you have to give us all the assistance you can. They are
fast driving our men this way.”
The
words had not left Shepstone’s lips when Durnford and his troops appeared on
the ridge east of the camp, rhythmically dismounting and firing as they retreated.
Whilst retreating, Durnford’s and Scott’s troops soon linked up when Durnford
called out: “Carbineers, hurry up and
follow me!” as they were led into a donga.
Macleroy and Davis joined the firing line in the donga and began inflicting heavy causalities on the Zulus who faced
them. However, Durnford soon told the men in the donga to retreat towards the camp as their ammunition was running
low and the regular British troops to their left were retreating.
Meanwhile
to the north of Durnford; Shepstone, having been promised support from Colonel Pulleine,
had re-joined Barton’s firing line on the slopes of the Tahelane plateau. The
men were advancing in skirmishing order and their fire was so effective that
many of the Zulus to their front threw down their weapons and ran away.
Shepstone’s judgement doesn’t seem to have been clouded by this success or the
smoke that hung in the stagnant humid air, as he quickly realised that a fresh
body of Zulu warriors was beginning to encircle his position further to the
west. Shepstone quickly ordered the firing line to retreat in an orderly
fashion towards the camp while he took a body 60 men around the western side of
Isandlwana, where he intended to stop the Zulu right horn from encircling the
camp.
At about
the same time; Macleroy, Davis and the rest of the Durnford/Scott party had
retreated toward the camp. They had sent runners back to their tents to fetch
ammunition and were now fanned out in a skirmish order facing the left horn.
Despite being the latest in breech loading technology, the Martini-Henry
carbines used by the Durnford/Scott party were no match for the throngs of lightning-quick
young men of the uVe regiment who charged their line. It was at about this time
that Macleroy was wounded, shot by some antique musket that one in three Zulus
on the battlefield possessed. Realising that his wound was serious; Macleroy
was helped on to his horse by a fellow Carbineer, Trooper Muirhead, and ushered
towards the wagon road leading back into Natal. However,
soon after Macleroy’s flight; the line was penetrated and the men found
themselves fighting their way towards Durnford and Scott, who was heard calling
out “Carbineers, to the front!” The
remaining Carbineers, stragglers from the 24th Regiment and other
colonial volunteers; amongst them Old Collegians: Harry Davis, James Blaikie
and Thomas Doyle; formed a square surrounding Scott and Durnford. It was there
that the Durnford/Scott party prepared to make it’s last stand, in an act that
held the wagon road open long enough for a few mounted men to escape from the
battlefield and flee back into Natal.
As fate
would have it, Shepstone decided to make a stand of his own amongst the
boulders and scrubs of Isandlwana’s western slope. He and his men managed for a
short while to stop the Zulu right horn from cutting the wagon road north of
the Durnford/Scott position, before they too were overwhelmed. One of the Zulus
who overran Shepstone’s position left us with the only account of the final
moments of this gallant Old Collegian. According to this Zulu-
“We were told that there was
present a son of Somseu.
He fought bravely. He killed our people. The others feared to approach him.
Suddenly there dashed in our brother Umtweni before he could load, and killed
him.”
With the
right horn racing across the wagon road, Durnford and Scott’s position was
surrounded. Durnford, realising that there was no choice but to clear his tarnished
name by fighting to the death, called out to his men in their final moments, “Now, my men, let us see what you can do!”
The final moments of these brave men (many of whom had the opportunity to
escape on their horses once they realised that the line had broken) wasn’t
witnessed by any white escapees and can only be unravelled through an account
given by Mehlokazulu, a Zulu warrior who fought against them. According to him-
“The Carbineers defended a
position and their fire was very dense. A long time elapsed before they were
overcome and we finished with them. When we managed to surround them, they all
died together there. They threw their weapons to the ground when their
ammunition had run out and then they started using their pistols, as long as
the ammunition held out and then they formed a line, shoulder to shoulder and
also to the rear, fighting with their knives.”
These were the young men who inspired the College badge and
motto, Pro Aris et Focis. They gave
their lives, which could have been spared by fleeing on horseback, for their
hearths and homes. Whilst most College boys will not die in a Victorian blaze
of martial glory, it was our founding father’s wish that we privileged few will
live out our years in the service of our families and community.
Captain George John Palmer Shepstone
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Studio portrait of Captain Shepstone
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An artist's impression of Shepstone's Natal Native Horse in action at Isandlwana
(view towards fugitives' trail)
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Fellow Old Collegians Mathew Marwick, Tim Orchard and Dylan Loser (author) at Capt. Shepstone's grave 2012 |
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The white cairns that mark Capt Shepstone's last stand
(view from fugitives trail) |
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Extract from The Star 1879, highlights the reaction of Capt Shepstone's Wife |
George; the son of Sir Theophilus Shepstone, K.C.M.G.; was born in Pietermaritzburg on the 11th of June 1849. As the son of a very important member of the colonial government in Natal, George was born into Natal's elite white settler society. Since the late 1850's, this section of society had been lobbying for an institution that would provide suitable education for their youth. On the 2nd of March 1863 George, whose future had probably already been aligned with colonial service, was sent, along with 32 other "colonial ruffians", to the new Pietermaritzburg High School in Longmarket Street. After studying at the High School, he went to Capetown (Bishops) to finish his education.
On his return to Pietermaritzburg, he successively held the appointments
of Secretary to the Chief Justice and Registrar of the Supreme Court,
and thereafter was admitted as an Advocate. Subsequently he entered into
commercial life, and became a partner of the firm of Messrs Henderson
& Co. He joined the Natal Native Horse raised at the
commencement of the Zulu War, and became Staff Officer of the
late Colonel Durnford, with the rank of Captain On the 22nd January,
1879, the Natal Native Horse were hurried up to support the camp at
Isandlwana. He was described in The Story of an African City as: "of a friendly disposition, and universally popular, he was deeply lamented by a large number of friends and companions.
He was good friends with his brother in law, Lieutenant Alfred Fairly Henderson, and it seems that he arranged to get him a commission with Natal Native Horse. Lieutenant Henderson was commanding Hlubi troops at Isandlwana and was one of the few officers to survive the battle. When he reached the safety of Helpmekaar he wrote the following letter to his father regarding the battle and Capt George Shepstone:
“You will have heard before this reaches you of the fight and massacre in Zululand. I would have written you yesterday only I wanted to try and hear something about George [Capt. G. J. P. Shepstone, Natal Native Horse, killed - Alfred’s brother-in-law]. I am afraid there is no hope for him. Colonel Durnford we think was killed as he has not turned up. The kaffirs surrounded us in thousands. We were fighting from about 9.30 a.m. until about 2 p.m. when the Zulus drove us into the camp. Our kaffirs fought well and stood their ground until we were surrounded. I never saw George all through the fight as he was with another part of our mounted men. There must have been about five hundred of our men killed. Twenty-two of the Natal Carbineers are killed. I don’t know what they are going to do with us just now. We have lost everything belonging to us. We may have to go down to town to fit out again then I will be able to give you more particulars.”Alfred wrote again three days later with further details:
“I wrote you the other day to say that I had got out of the fight the other day. I have not as yet heard anything about George. If I had known what sort of a man Durnford was (when he got into action) I don’t think I would have gone with him. He was close to me during most of the fight and he lost his head altogether in fact he did not know what to do. The General was (I think) a good deal to blame as he left the camp in such a bad place to defend. As far as I can make out there are about 700 killed white and black. They say there were about 20,000 Zulus and I think there must have been quite that number. We shot hundreds of them but it seemed to make no impression they still came on. Here we are now with nothing, all I saved was my mackintosh which was on the saddle. I have got one shilling left today. We have got to patrol the country with my troop and the Edendale troop, the only ones left...”
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Hello,
ReplyDeleteThe picture of James Adrian Blaikie's grave appears to be one of mine taken in 2010.I am quite happy for you to use it but would you please credit the picture to me? Best Regards,John Gray.
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ReplyDeleteAny chance of GPSr co-ordinates of the Old Boy's graves so we can use this as a resource when visiting the battles?
ReplyDeleteWar is a fascinating subject. Despite the dubious morality of using violence to achieve personal or political aims. It remains that conflict has been used to do just that throughout recorded history.
ReplyDeleteYour article is very well done, a good read.
War is a fascinating subject. Despite the dubious morality of using violence to achieve personal or political aims. It remains that conflict has been used to do just that throughout recorded history.
ReplyDeleteYour article is very well done, a good read.
Fascinating. The illustration of Shepstowe's NNH - would you be good enough to allow its use as an illustration to a UK hobby magazine article about the NNH, please? If so, how ould you prefer it the credit to you to be worded?
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