CHAP. y. 
THE DEATH OF HINTZA. 
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selected, but the party consisted of all arms except 
artillery. We moved from the head-quarter camp 
on the Kie by forced marches, leaving the knocked-up 
and footsore men in detachments in our rear, as sup¬ 
ports or camps of communication. In one day and 
night the column marched fifty-two miles within the 
twenty-four hours. The third day, on approaching the 
Bashee Eiver, we saw herds of cattle flying before us, 
but at great distances; and it became more and more 
evident that Hintza was using a subterfuge to draw our 
small body of men into the interior of his country with 
some ulterior object. 
After marching all night the troops halted for 
breakfast in a valley under a 6 table-topped ’ mountain. 
Hintza was always with Sir Harry Smith, a sort of 
prisoner at large, and in the particular charge of Captain 
Southey (now Lieut.-Governor of the Diamond Fields) 
and the corps of Guides, of which I was one. Hintza 
had now become very restless. Several messengers 
had been sent by him the day before to communicate 
with his people—some had already come and gone that 
morning—and his 6 witch-doctor ’ was seen to tie a 
certain charm round his neck. Hintza used to ride 
his own horse, a splendid dark bay, a half-bred English 
horse, presented to him about a year before the war by 
Piet-Uys, a celebrated Dutchman, a great hunter and 
breeder of superior horses. The troops did not halt 
