第19部分(第2/7 頁)

　colleague；　Major　Clarke；　had　to　deal　with　the　same　difficulty；　but　on　a　much　more　heroic　scale。　The　story　as　he　told　it　to　me　afterwards　is　as　follows。　He　was　sent　down　to　take　mand　of　the　filibustering　volunteers　at　Leydenburg。　Arriving　at　the　largest　fort　with　only　his　Zulu　servant；　Lanky　Boy；　for　an　aide…decamp；　he　at　once　ordered　the　Republican　flag　to　be　hauled　down　and　the　Union　Jack　to　be　hoisted；　which　order；　somewhat　to　his　astonishment；　was　promptly　obeyed。　A　day　or　two　afterwards；　however；　the　volunteers　repented　them　of　their　surrender；　and　arrived　in　his　tent　to　shoot　him。　Clarke　fixed　the　eyeglass　he　always　wore　in　his　eye；　looked　at　them　steadfastly　through　it；　waved　his　one　arm　and　remarked　in　his　rich　Irish　accent；　“You　are　all　drunk。　Go　away。”　So　they　went。

This　Lanky　Boy；　a　jolly；　open…faced　Kaffir；　was　a　good　stick　to　lean　on　at　a　pinch。　Once　two　natives　waylaid　Clarke；　but　Lanky　Boy　killed　them　both　and　saved　his　life。

After　the　Annexation　things　settled　down　rapidly；　and　when；　some　three　weeks　later；　the　1st　Battalion　of　the　13th　Regiment　marched　into　Pretoria　with　the　band　playing；　it　was　extremely　well　received　both　there　and　all　along　the　road。　On　May　24th；　Queen　Victoria’s　birthday；　the　British　flag　was　formally　hoisted　at　Pretoria　in　the　presence　of　a　large　gathering　of　English；　Boers　and　natives。　The　band　played　“God　save　the　Queen；”　the　artillery　boomed　a　salute；　and　at　midday　precisely；　amidst　the　cheers　of　the　crowd；　Colonel　Brooke；　R。E。；　and　I　ran　up　the　flag　to　the　head　of　the　lofty　staff。　I　think　that　Brooke　lifted　it　from　the　ground　and　broke　it　and　that　I　did　the　actual　hoisting；　but　of　these　details　I　am　not　quite　sure；　it　may　have　been　the　other　way　about。　In　view　of　what　followed　it　ought　to　have　stuck　half…way；　but