104 THE DIAMOND MINES OF SOUTH AFRICA
On
came the impis in raging masses that dashed on every side of the laager
like surf on a reef, wrenching at the wheels, clambering over the
canvas, plunging through the thorns. The heavy wagons were shaken and
swayed, but the lashed barricade held fast. The grim Boers met the
shock with withering volleys, piling up the blacks in bloody heaps
around the laager. Crouching behind the firing line, the women moulded
bullets and helped to reload.
The
firing was so deadly and the laager so impenetrable that the surges
massed against it recoiled. But, after a moment of rallying,on came the
billows of men, flinging their assagais, and howling like madmen as
they crashed against the barrier which shielded the Boers. They stabbed
and slashed at the canvas covers in frenzied efforts to cut their way
over the wagons, and wriggled through the crevices packed with thorn
bushes, until some, torn, bloody, and gasping, squirmed into the
square, where the Boer women killed them with knives and hatchets. The
Boers fired as fast as they could lift their rifles, not stopping to
use their ramrods, but grabbing handfuls of powder to charge their
guns, and dropping in slugs with scarcely any wadding.
So
intense was the strain of that hour that even these men of iron nerve
were entranced. " Of that fight," wrote one, " nothing remains in my
memory except shouting and tumult and lamentation, and a dense smoke
that rose straight as a plumb line upwards from the ground." 1
Four
times the black impis charged and four times their onset was beaten
back before Umsilikazi drew off his men. The field around the laager
was a fearful sight, and the white tops of the barricade were slashed
into strips and dripping with blood. Seventy-two stabs were counted in
the cover of one wagon, and eleven hundred and seventy-two assagais
were flung through into the camp. But none of the stout defenders were
killed, and all joined devoutly in a psalm of thanksgiving.
In retaliation for this attack Hendrik Potgieter and Pieter Uys led a troop of one hundred and thirty-seven in a swift
1 "Annals of Natal," p. 375.