I am hoping to find the ksa medal to go with my recently acquired qsa medal to 594 Thomas caives 1st batallion Scots guards
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looking for ksa medal named to 594 thomas caives - by: neil_j
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New Member - by: JohnB
Hi
I'm a new member, interested in 1st Royal Dragoons, Boer War, (WW1, WW2 also 160th Wearside Brigade RFA WW1, 16th and 9th Northumberland Fusiliers WW1)
JohnB
I'm a new member, interested in 1st Royal Dragoons, Boer War, (WW1, WW2 also 160th Wearside Brigade RFA WW1, 16th and 9th Northumberland Fusiliers WW1)
JohnB
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1st Royal Dragoons - by: JohnB
Hi
Trying to trace any information on 4667 Pte T.Drew 1st RL. DRAGOONS.
I have T Drew's medal with the following clasps,
South Africa 1901
Transvaal
Orange Free State
Cape Colony
Any help advice appreciated
JohnB
Trying to trace any information on 4667 Pte T.Drew 1st RL. DRAGOONS.
I have T Drew's medal with the following clasps,
South Africa 1901
Transvaal
Orange Free State
Cape Colony
Any help advice appreciated
JohnB
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Looking for Boer War medal awarded to S.W. Carter (reg. No 333) - by: Bronwen
Hi. Hoping to locate my great -grandfather's Boer War medal. he served in the Imperial Yeomanry in 1900-1901. He fought at the Battle of Hammanskraal . He was Sergeant Sidney William Carter, with a regimental number of 333.
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VETS GROUP PHOTO - by: CANINF
HELLO
HERE IS A PHOTO I PICKED UP I HAVE NO INFO ON IT .
I BOUGHT IT ON VANCOUVER ISLAND BRITISH COLUMBIA.
CASEY
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RETURN TO MAGERSFONTEIN - by: QSAMIKE
As promised here is the Second article.......
Mike
RETURN TO MAGERSFONTEIN
By Frank C. Overman
It was a glorious day, and my chum and I having decided to pay a visit to this now famous battlefield, we accordingly took the train from Spyfontain to Merton, from which spot we intended to walk across the veldt to the trenches. The walk from Merton to the foot of the kopjes occupied about three quarters of an hour, and was a walk that repaid us amply for out troubles.
From the line up to the kopjes nothing of special interest occupied our thoughts but it was when we approached the scene of the conflict that both of us became very interested, as almost every step seemed to carry our minds back to the day when the British forces left Modder River on a trying march to the hills of Magersfontein.
As I walked steadily on, my imagination carried me back to that fateful day, that day when as the sun went down nearly one thousand brave men were left dead upon the grim and solemn looking hill around the peaceful little spot. Peaceful did I say, now yes, but not at that time, every so often seeing a shell casing laying in to dust.
Now where the stainbuck lay amongst the bushes taking their mid-day rest, then did those same bushes afford excellent cover to men belonging to both sides, of the Britisher and also to the Boers. Each man gazing with eyes strained to the utmost, ever on the move, frightened as it were that at any moment he may be shot down by someone sheltering behind the now peaceful looking bushes.
On and On we walked toward the trenches, my chum stopped to gaze upon the scene around us, every now and again placing the camera which he carried in position prior to taking a photograph which would be a memento of our afternoon's jaunt. He slowly bent down and picked up a spent shell casing, all tarnished, was it British or Boer.
But our time was limited and our destination the monument, which had been erected by subscription amongst the Scot's from practically all over the world, erected to the memory of those gallant men who, knowing that death stared them in the face, willingly marched on without murmur to try and uphold the traditions of Scotland the British Army, and the prestige of the Empire.
Solidly and in quarter column, the closest formation of all military manoeuvres did the gallant Highlanders moved over the veldt which lay between Modder River and those kopjes. It was bad enough walking through the little clumps of stick grass and amongst the small bushes which covered this part of the veldt, clothed as we were, in ordinary English walking attire but what must it have been for the highlanders dressed as they were in regimental costume, namely the highland kilt, with nothing to protect their legs except the small spats, which form part of their kit. It is said and I quite believe it, that their legs or at least part of them would be burnt and blistered from the heat of the sun's rays making walking almost unbearable. Not only burnt, but also scratched with the huge thorns, some of which must have been at least 3 inches long, of the “Wacht-on-Bitja” bushes, which were to be found in all directions. But never a grumble came from the lips of those who's duty it was to obey the word of their commander.
A toilsome climb brought us at last to the top of the hill upon which the monument stands, and where it is said that General Cronje watched the battle, when at its height.
Built of solid granite, with the inscription engraved upon the side facing the place from where the general advances took place, it stands like a huge, grim sentinel overlooking the plain over which the men to whose memory it was erected, marched onwards to what turned out afterwards to be their death. A fitting stone, granite, reminding me of what I might style the stone of their birthplace, towering heavenwards covering the remains of those, the pick of the Highland Regiments, who when only termination stared them in the face, namely death, marched on steadily, as solidly as their native granite and as though on parade. Surrounded palings this monument stands out in all its peaceful glory, a landmark which can be seen for miles around, and tourists passing on the train when they gaze out of the windows of the compartments knew that that solid piece of granite marks the spot where the pick of the bravest gave up their life, so that in years to come, people would tell the rising generation how the brave Highlanders gave up that which was most dear to them – Life – for the honour and glory of the Motherland.
I was fortunate enough to pick up several small pieces of shell nearby the foot of the monument, each piece as I examined it carrying my thoughts back to the year 1899 and I almost imagined that I saw the troops coming slowly up to the attack. I stood upon the crest of the kopje, almost in the spot where the Boer General Cronje stood when he witnessed the fight that was going on before his eyes. I fancy I saw the troops extending for miles over the plain, the dark green tunics of the Highlander showing up distinctly amidst the bushes around them, making them a fine target for the Boer gunners. Further on I saw the cavalry dashing hither and thither, doing their utmost to draw the fire of their enemies upon themselves, in order that the infantry might, with one accord make a dash for the hill before them. But their efforts were in vain, the Boers refused to be drawn, by this gallant recklessness on the part of the Lancers and other branches of the mounted brigade. The scene was changed, away in the distance I saw the smoke of the guns, and almost imagine that I could hear the boom from them as each and every successive shell was hurled onwards on its journey of destruction. Shell after shell pursued its flight through the air, some bursting on the kopje, others in the air, whilst others found their resting place in the well filled trenches, already running with the blood of the Dutchmen. It must have been a dreadful sight, dying and wounded, laying there no one to help them, no one to attend to them as they lay were they fell, waiting for the day to break, when perhaps the ambulance would go round to attend to their wounds, and in many cases bury them. The fight raged on. The Highlanders were as a rock, their granite, although badly cut up, they would not retreat, but stood firmly to their posts.
Now going forward, only to be stopped by the barbed wire entanglements which the Boers had placed around the foot of the kopje. Some managed to get past the barbarous devices, others, got caught in the wire only to be shot down like so many dogs. On and On they came led by their great leader General Wauchope, their pride, Bravest of the Brave, calm, cool and collected, uttering words of cheer to those who followed him and were ready to go wherever he had a mind to lead them, but knowing that this time a mistake had been made, and he was leading them to their death, in fact almost to be massacred. He knew someone had blundered, but with that high and glorious sense of duty although he himself is said to have exclaimed “Don't blame me for this,” he repeatedly urged them on, almost imploring them to take the mill in front of them.
They responded to his exhortations and followed him. Determined that if that object were not gained that they themselves would not be at fault. Again that scene was changed, a bold dash, fighting as though possed of devils, the strove to obtain the upper hand, but in the midst of their efforts their beloved General received a shot, from a Boer rifle, the report of which sounded like his funeral knell. Struck in a vital part, the life of one of the most gallant of our leaders began to slowly ebb away, and he at the pinnacle of a brilliant career died as a soldier should die, upon the field of battle.
What the affect upon his faithful followers must have been, neither you nor I can tell, but for a time, although only for a few minuets they may have been demoralized and still they fought on determined if possible to avenge the death of their leader. Hard pressed, but showing no signs of fatigue the onslaught was continued, night was drawing near, and an honourable retreat was necessary. But who would cover that retreat . The lot fell to the Gordon Highlanders, and right valiantly did they cover the retreat of their comrades, who with heads bowed low slowly wound their way back to camp at Modder River.
Again that scene is changed.
It was the following morning. I picture a solitary horseman riding across the veldt, to meet a rider from the forces of the enemy, each bearing a flag of truce each with a dispatch the contents of which were for an armistice, of some few hours to bury the dead. An exchange of courtesies between the Generals of both armies. That armistice was arranged and soon the ambulance waggons were coming in from almost all directions upon their errand of mercy. Boer and Briton, wounded of the combatant parties, were assisted into these waggons to be taken to the camp to have their wounds and their injuries attended to. It made no difference, friend and foe received the same humane treatment. My thoughts ran on. Highlanders of every regiment that had taken part in this disastrous fight were gathered together to pay their respects to the fallen General. Slowly the sad procession filed on, I could hear the wild swirl of the pipes playing the “Flower of the Forest”, I could see the grimy warriors, with arms reversed, with heads bowed low, and with solemn footsteps headed by the chaplain clad in his robes of office follow the coffin containing the remains of the late General Wauchope slowly to his last resting place. The graveside was reached, the dark and dreary grave stood yawning out before them, its sides lined with sorrowing warriors, a short service was read and slowly, with great reverence the coffin was lowered into the abyss ready to receive the body. Scarcely had the coffin disappeared from view, than the music of “Lochinvar No More” was borne on the winds across the veldt, it broke out like unto the wail of a Highland woman mourning her loss. Although accustomed to scenes of this description, this lament was almost to much for the sturdy sons of Scotland, and tears streamed down their bronzed and sun burnt faces their sobs being heard above the moaning of the pipes. All was over and with heavy hearts but with strong determination to avenge the death of their leader these brave fellows wound their way back to their camp overcome with what they had just passed through, determined that should the opportunity present itself, the gap in their ranks would be avenged a hundredfold.
Such were the thoughts that passed through my mind as I gazed upon the field whereon one of the fiercest battles in English history was fought.
Mike
RETURN TO MAGERSFONTEIN
By Frank C. Overman
It was a glorious day, and my chum and I having decided to pay a visit to this now famous battlefield, we accordingly took the train from Spyfontain to Merton, from which spot we intended to walk across the veldt to the trenches. The walk from Merton to the foot of the kopjes occupied about three quarters of an hour, and was a walk that repaid us amply for out troubles.
From the line up to the kopjes nothing of special interest occupied our thoughts but it was when we approached the scene of the conflict that both of us became very interested, as almost every step seemed to carry our minds back to the day when the British forces left Modder River on a trying march to the hills of Magersfontein.
As I walked steadily on, my imagination carried me back to that fateful day, that day when as the sun went down nearly one thousand brave men were left dead upon the grim and solemn looking hill around the peaceful little spot. Peaceful did I say, now yes, but not at that time, every so often seeing a shell casing laying in to dust.
Now where the stainbuck lay amongst the bushes taking their mid-day rest, then did those same bushes afford excellent cover to men belonging to both sides, of the Britisher and also to the Boers. Each man gazing with eyes strained to the utmost, ever on the move, frightened as it were that at any moment he may be shot down by someone sheltering behind the now peaceful looking bushes.
On and On we walked toward the trenches, my chum stopped to gaze upon the scene around us, every now and again placing the camera which he carried in position prior to taking a photograph which would be a memento of our afternoon's jaunt. He slowly bent down and picked up a spent shell casing, all tarnished, was it British or Boer.
But our time was limited and our destination the monument, which had been erected by subscription amongst the Scot's from practically all over the world, erected to the memory of those gallant men who, knowing that death stared them in the face, willingly marched on without murmur to try and uphold the traditions of Scotland the British Army, and the prestige of the Empire.
Solidly and in quarter column, the closest formation of all military manoeuvres did the gallant Highlanders moved over the veldt which lay between Modder River and those kopjes. It was bad enough walking through the little clumps of stick grass and amongst the small bushes which covered this part of the veldt, clothed as we were, in ordinary English walking attire but what must it have been for the highlanders dressed as they were in regimental costume, namely the highland kilt, with nothing to protect their legs except the small spats, which form part of their kit. It is said and I quite believe it, that their legs or at least part of them would be burnt and blistered from the heat of the sun's rays making walking almost unbearable. Not only burnt, but also scratched with the huge thorns, some of which must have been at least 3 inches long, of the “Wacht-on-Bitja” bushes, which were to be found in all directions. But never a grumble came from the lips of those who's duty it was to obey the word of their commander.
A toilsome climb brought us at last to the top of the hill upon which the monument stands, and where it is said that General Cronje watched the battle, when at its height.
Built of solid granite, with the inscription engraved upon the side facing the place from where the general advances took place, it stands like a huge, grim sentinel overlooking the plain over which the men to whose memory it was erected, marched onwards to what turned out afterwards to be their death. A fitting stone, granite, reminding me of what I might style the stone of their birthplace, towering heavenwards covering the remains of those, the pick of the Highland Regiments, who when only termination stared them in the face, namely death, marched on steadily, as solidly as their native granite and as though on parade. Surrounded palings this monument stands out in all its peaceful glory, a landmark which can be seen for miles around, and tourists passing on the train when they gaze out of the windows of the compartments knew that that solid piece of granite marks the spot where the pick of the bravest gave up their life, so that in years to come, people would tell the rising generation how the brave Highlanders gave up that which was most dear to them – Life – for the honour and glory of the Motherland.
I was fortunate enough to pick up several small pieces of shell nearby the foot of the monument, each piece as I examined it carrying my thoughts back to the year 1899 and I almost imagined that I saw the troops coming slowly up to the attack. I stood upon the crest of the kopje, almost in the spot where the Boer General Cronje stood when he witnessed the fight that was going on before his eyes. I fancy I saw the troops extending for miles over the plain, the dark green tunics of the Highlander showing up distinctly amidst the bushes around them, making them a fine target for the Boer gunners. Further on I saw the cavalry dashing hither and thither, doing their utmost to draw the fire of their enemies upon themselves, in order that the infantry might, with one accord make a dash for the hill before them. But their efforts were in vain, the Boers refused to be drawn, by this gallant recklessness on the part of the Lancers and other branches of the mounted brigade. The scene was changed, away in the distance I saw the smoke of the guns, and almost imagine that I could hear the boom from them as each and every successive shell was hurled onwards on its journey of destruction. Shell after shell pursued its flight through the air, some bursting on the kopje, others in the air, whilst others found their resting place in the well filled trenches, already running with the blood of the Dutchmen. It must have been a dreadful sight, dying and wounded, laying there no one to help them, no one to attend to them as they lay were they fell, waiting for the day to break, when perhaps the ambulance would go round to attend to their wounds, and in many cases bury them. The fight raged on. The Highlanders were as a rock, their granite, although badly cut up, they would not retreat, but stood firmly to their posts.
Now going forward, only to be stopped by the barbed wire entanglements which the Boers had placed around the foot of the kopje. Some managed to get past the barbarous devices, others, got caught in the wire only to be shot down like so many dogs. On and On they came led by their great leader General Wauchope, their pride, Bravest of the Brave, calm, cool and collected, uttering words of cheer to those who followed him and were ready to go wherever he had a mind to lead them, but knowing that this time a mistake had been made, and he was leading them to their death, in fact almost to be massacred. He knew someone had blundered, but with that high and glorious sense of duty although he himself is said to have exclaimed “Don't blame me for this,” he repeatedly urged them on, almost imploring them to take the mill in front of them.
They responded to his exhortations and followed him. Determined that if that object were not gained that they themselves would not be at fault. Again that scene was changed, a bold dash, fighting as though possed of devils, the strove to obtain the upper hand, but in the midst of their efforts their beloved General received a shot, from a Boer rifle, the report of which sounded like his funeral knell. Struck in a vital part, the life of one of the most gallant of our leaders began to slowly ebb away, and he at the pinnacle of a brilliant career died as a soldier should die, upon the field of battle.
What the affect upon his faithful followers must have been, neither you nor I can tell, but for a time, although only for a few minuets they may have been demoralized and still they fought on determined if possible to avenge the death of their leader. Hard pressed, but showing no signs of fatigue the onslaught was continued, night was drawing near, and an honourable retreat was necessary. But who would cover that retreat . The lot fell to the Gordon Highlanders, and right valiantly did they cover the retreat of their comrades, who with heads bowed low slowly wound their way back to camp at Modder River.
Again that scene is changed.
It was the following morning. I picture a solitary horseman riding across the veldt, to meet a rider from the forces of the enemy, each bearing a flag of truce each with a dispatch the contents of which were for an armistice, of some few hours to bury the dead. An exchange of courtesies between the Generals of both armies. That armistice was arranged and soon the ambulance waggons were coming in from almost all directions upon their errand of mercy. Boer and Briton, wounded of the combatant parties, were assisted into these waggons to be taken to the camp to have their wounds and their injuries attended to. It made no difference, friend and foe received the same humane treatment. My thoughts ran on. Highlanders of every regiment that had taken part in this disastrous fight were gathered together to pay their respects to the fallen General. Slowly the sad procession filed on, I could hear the wild swirl of the pipes playing the “Flower of the Forest”, I could see the grimy warriors, with arms reversed, with heads bowed low, and with solemn footsteps headed by the chaplain clad in his robes of office follow the coffin containing the remains of the late General Wauchope slowly to his last resting place. The graveside was reached, the dark and dreary grave stood yawning out before them, its sides lined with sorrowing warriors, a short service was read and slowly, with great reverence the coffin was lowered into the abyss ready to receive the body. Scarcely had the coffin disappeared from view, than the music of “Lochinvar No More” was borne on the winds across the veldt, it broke out like unto the wail of a Highland woman mourning her loss. Although accustomed to scenes of this description, this lament was almost to much for the sturdy sons of Scotland, and tears streamed down their bronzed and sun burnt faces their sobs being heard above the moaning of the pipes. All was over and with heavy hearts but with strong determination to avenge the death of their leader these brave fellows wound their way back to their camp overcome with what they had just passed through, determined that should the opportunity present itself, the gap in their ranks would be avenged a hundredfold.
Such were the thoughts that passed through my mind as I gazed upon the field whereon one of the fiercest battles in English history was fought.
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Natal Mercury Souvenir Special - by: Elmarie
We are busy with a new publication at the museum entitled 'The Anglo-Boer War in 100 Objects' and it will be a full colour, illustrated book. This is one of the photo’s in the publication. It came from the Natal Mercury Souvenir Special re the relief of Mafeking.
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OFFICERS OF THE NAVAL BRIGADE - by: Elmarie
Source: The Navy & Army Illustrated
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Great grandad phot with Sudan medal and KSA - by: jonhall1
Hi, I am a new member and am seeking advice as researching a distant relative is proving difficult.
I have a photo of my great grandfather in RAMC uniform. He is wearing two medals, the Sudan medal and a Kings South Africa medal.
I thought the KSA was only issued with the QSA.
I have been not been able to find out much about this relative. I think I have found him on the Sudan medal roll serving in the 1st Lincolns and know that he served in WW1 also. I think I have found his regimental number on the silver war badge roll, but nothing else.
Can anyone tell me if they have come across anyone with only the KSA?
I have a photo of my great grandfather in RAMC uniform. He is wearing two medals, the Sudan medal and a Kings South Africa medal.
I thought the KSA was only issued with the QSA.
I have been not been able to find out much about this relative. I think I have found him on the Sudan medal roll serving in the 1st Lincolns and know that he served in WW1 also. I think I have found his regimental number on the silver war badge roll, but nothing else.
Can anyone tell me if they have come across anyone with only the KSA?
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2952 Pte. A. Messenger, 6 DG PoW near Phillippolis released 22.1.1900 - by: azyeoman
QSA with five clasps: Relief of Kimberley, Paardeberg, Driefontein, Johannesburg and Diamond Hill
Named to: 2952 Pte. A. Messenger, 6th Dragoon Guards
Taken prisoner near Phillippolis along with Pte. S. Howe. Later released on 22.1.1900. Entitled to KSA with two clasps.
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It is believed that a son of Arthur Messenger (as above), named after his father and also serving in the 6th Dragoon Guards, was killed in action in France on 1 April 1918, aged 20 years. He was buried in the Serre Road Cemetery. His mother, Frances Messenger, was living at 8 Olga Street, Roman Road, Bow in East London at the time.
Photographs forthcoming.
Named to: 2952 Pte. A. Messenger, 6th Dragoon Guards
Taken prisoner near Phillippolis along with Pte. S. Howe. Later released on 22.1.1900. Entitled to KSA with two clasps.
It is believed that a son of Arthur Messenger (as above), named after his father and also serving in the 6th Dragoon Guards, was killed in action in France on 1 April 1918, aged 20 years. He was buried in the Serre Road Cemetery. His mother, Frances Messenger, was living at 8 Olga Street, Roman Road, Bow in East London at the time.
Photographs forthcoming.
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13th Company 5th Battalion Badge - by: RoyS
Greetings All,
Regrettably I can't claim to have a large ABW badge collection but as this example is one of my favorites I would like to share it here on the off chance it may be of interest.
The badge is to the 13th Company 5th Battalion Imperial Yeomanry.
The 13th Company was from the county of Shropshire in England and there in lies my reason for this being a special badge to me, as I am indeed a Shropshire lad. I may live in the US these days but Shrewsbury in Shropshire is my home town.
I'm no expert but suspect this is quite rare, for no other reason than I have never seen another.
Hope it's of interest?
Cheerio,
Roy
Collecting/wanted ABW insignia if anyone has some spares?
My website: www.wilkinsonfscollection.com
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Regrettably I can't claim to have a large ABW badge collection but as this example is one of my favorites I would like to share it here on the off chance it may be of interest.
The badge is to the 13th Company 5th Battalion Imperial Yeomanry.
The 13th Company was from the county of Shropshire in England and there in lies my reason for this being a special badge to me, as I am indeed a Shropshire lad. I may live in the US these days but Shrewsbury in Shropshire is my home town.
I'm no expert but suspect this is quite rare, for no other reason than I have never seen another.
Hope it's of interest?
Cheerio,
Roy
Collecting/wanted ABW insignia if anyone has some spares?
My website: www.wilkinsonfscollection.com
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father and son,issue of kings and queens s africa medals.....waymark,royal susse - by: kevin577
Hi out there,im trying to find out about james and benjamin waymarks boer war entitlements...royal sussex regiment....any help would be brilliant.....yours Kevin.
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SOLDIERS DIED IN THE ROYAL VICTORIA OR NETLEY HOSPITAL, UK - by: Elmarie
I found a few graves on a website of soldiers who have been in South Africa during the Anglo-Boer War and died afterwards in this hospital.
www.netley-military-cemetery.co.uk/burials-from-1864-to-2003/
See also a list of 242 soldiers who have died here.
See also this link: en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Netley_Hospital
www.netley-military-cemetery.co.uk/burials-from-1864-to-2003/
See also a list of 242 soldiers who have died here.
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See also this link: en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Netley_Hospital
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John White - an Irishman in the Cape Police - by: Rory
I have posted White's story here because, although he is missing his QSA, he earned one for the Defence of Kimberley.
John White
Third Class Private, Cape Police, District 2
Third Class Sergeant, Cape Police, District 2 – Bechuanaland Campaign
Sergeant, Cape Police, District 2 – Anglo Boer War
Lieutenant, Cape Police, District 2
- Cape of Good Hope General Service Medal to 16 Serg. J. White, C. Pce.
John White was an Irishman born to Thomas White, a Farmer and his wife Hannah in Donohill, Tipperary, Ireland in about 1859.
Despite later choosing a career in Law Enforcement his early years were spent, certainly at one point in time, on the wrong side of the law. According to the Clonmel Gaol Registry he was committed on 18 October 1875 to one calendar month’s Hard Labour for Assault. Only 16 years old at the time this must have been a traumatic experience for the young man who was described as being 4 foot 8 ½ inches in height with blue eyes, brown hair and a fresh complexion. Having served his time he was discharged on 15 November that same year.
Whether it was this incident or something else that decided him we don’t know but White elected to leave his family and country of birth and journey to South Africa where, on 3 September 1883, he enlisted with the Cape Police (District 2) as a Third Class Private with no. 16. District 2 was headquartered in Kimberley, by this time a bustling town and the epicentre of the diamond mining industry. Fortunes were to be made and lost and there was, for obvious reasons, the need for a strong Police Force who were able to fulfil a military function as well. Recognising his potential White was promoted to Third Class Sergeant on 23 July 1889
Thirteen years after he had enlisted White was to take part in his first operation this to quell an uprising which spanned the 24 December 1896 to the 30 July 1897. This uprising stemmed from an edict to slaughter native livestock to prevent the spread of virulent cattle disease in April 1896. The revolt rapidly gathered alarming momentum and the local troops under Lt Colonel Dalgety were hard pressed to contain the uprising. A large force was required to subdue the fighting and troops and volunteers were mobilized for the Bechuanaland Field Force. Actions were fought at Gamasep Kloof, Riet Kloof and finally at Langberg on the 30 Jul - 1 Aug 1897 before peace was restored.
The cattle disease referred to, a serious epidemic of rinderpest, broke out in Bechuanaland affecting many herds. The government took drastic measures and issued regulations to combat the outbreak that included the slaughtering of infected herds. The Bataplin tribe from the former Crown Colony land objected to the regulations and refused to implement them. Also a minor Bataplin chief named Galishiwe fired on a Cape Police party that came to arrest him at Pokwani in connection with the murder of a German trader living nearby.
The police then sent 600 men to arrest Galishiwe but as they arrived the Chief’s men dispersed and he escaped in the confusion. These “rebels” then killed another European trader and looted his store. Once again the police party sent to deal with the matter failed to apprehend Galishiwe; this led to a troop of Cape Mounted Riflemen under Captain Woon riding in support of the police, but by now the Batlaro natives had also risen in revolt. Woon decided that the rebels were too strong and so he withdrew. Finally in mid-February 1897 the Cape Government decided to form the Bechuanaland Field Force and despatch it to deal with the rebellion. Meanwhile the rebels, about 2,500 in number and armed with good rifles and plenty of ammunition, had fortified very strong defensive positions in the Langeberg mountain range that runs in between Kuruman and the German South West Africa border. Large herds of cattle had been driven into these hills. The uprising was eventually put down and those who had assisted in this process were awarded the Cape of Good Hope General Service Medal although this was only issued just prior to the Boer War. White, in the meantime was promoted to the rank of Second Class Sergeant on 23 July 1897.
With peace restored White returned to his daily activities but illness overtook him and, on 10 September 1898 he succumbed to a bout of Influenza which prostrated him until 27 September. After this he suffered with Colic for two days – the 21st and 22nd of October 1898. Having recovered from his travails it wasn’t long before he was caught up in yet another conflagration – this time on a much larger scale and of a more serious nature – the Anglo Boer War. War between the two Boer Republics of the Orange Free State and Transvaal was declared on 11 October 1899 and, in one of the first actions of the war, commandoes from the Orange Free State headed for Kimberley with the objective of capturing that town deemed, in their minds, to be of major importance and significance. The added bonus was that Cecil John Rhodes was known to be holed-up there and what a prize his capture would be!
Two days after war broke out, members of the para-military Cape Police started riding into Kimberley from abandoned outlying police posts, bringing with them two obsolete RML 7-pounder Mark IV guns and some ammunition. Eventually, Cape Police in the town totalled 478 all ranks and formed part of the garrison throughout the siege, taking an active part in the defence. Their arrival, plus recruiting for existing volunteer units and the hurried raising of new 'hostilities only' units, soon brought the garrison's strength up to about 4 600 officers and men, but more than half of these were completely untrained.
The strength of the investing Boer force varied between 3 000 and 5 000 men supported by nine field guns. In keeping with their normal practice, the Boers sited their guns singly around the town, most of them being just beyond shrapnel range of the 2.5s emplaced in the Kimberley defences, some being even beyond range of ring shell. In any event, the little 3 kg shells of the garrison's guns were ineffective against the earth banked dry-stone walling used in nearly all the Boer positions around the town. The Boer gunners could thus shell Kimberley without fear of effective counter-bombardment, and this they proceeded to do from about the end of October onwards, displaying a disregard for target selection by scattering their shells liberally throughout the residential and business areas of the town. From recorded shelling reports the Boers fired about 8 500 rounds into Kimberley during the siege causing little serious damage to property and remarkably little loss of life (only nine civilians and one soldier were killed by shell-fire), but causing a good deal of annoyance.
News that Lord Methuen and the 1st Division had left Orange River Station on 21 November, on their way to relieve Kimberley, plus further news that he had won three battles and reached Modder River Station in a week, made the inhabitants of Kimberley feel that relief could not be far off and that Boer shelling would have to be endured for at most a few more days. Hopes were dashed on 11 December by Methuen's shattering defeat at Magersfontein, only 22 kilometres away, and by messages from him to the effect that it would be some time before his advance could be resumed and enquiring whether the town could hold out. Boer shelling continued.
The relief, when it came on 15 February 1900, came not a moment too soon as the population had been reduced to eating horse meat and things were becoming very dire. On 1 August 1900 White was promoted to the rank of full Sergeant succumbing to the scourge of Enteric on 29 October of that year. This was no doubt as a result of the privations endured during the siege. For his efforts he was awarded the Queens Medal with clasp Defence of Kimberley. The war ended on 31 May 1902 with White seemingly having no further role to play. He was commissioned as a Lieutenant on 27 June 1902.
Back in Ireland his family, according to the 1901 Ireland census, continued to farm in the County of Tipperary. His father, now 70 was in residence with his 68 year old mother and siblings Eleanor (35), Jane (33), Matthew (31) and Charles (28) – strangely none of them were married.
White was then transferred to the Dismounted Section and was still in the service of the Cape Police in 1903. We next pick up his whereabouts sadly, on his death which took place on Wednesday, 11 January 1911 when he was 51 years of age. According to his death certificate he had been admitted from Wynberg Hospital in Cape Town to the Valkenburg Asylum. The cause of death was melancholia (better known these days as manic depression). What had occasioned this? We will most likely never know but he had apparently been suffering with this condition for a year prior to his death.
His death notice provided more detail in that he had married at some point – Sarah White, born Markham – and that he was a retired Inspector of Police from Kimberley. A sad end to a man who had given such a long period of service to the maintenance of law and order in Kimberley and its surrounds.
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John White
Third Class Private, Cape Police, District 2
Third Class Sergeant, Cape Police, District 2 – Bechuanaland Campaign
Sergeant, Cape Police, District 2 – Anglo Boer War
Lieutenant, Cape Police, District 2
- Cape of Good Hope General Service Medal to 16 Serg. J. White, C. Pce.
John White was an Irishman born to Thomas White, a Farmer and his wife Hannah in Donohill, Tipperary, Ireland in about 1859.
Despite later choosing a career in Law Enforcement his early years were spent, certainly at one point in time, on the wrong side of the law. According to the Clonmel Gaol Registry he was committed on 18 October 1875 to one calendar month’s Hard Labour for Assault. Only 16 years old at the time this must have been a traumatic experience for the young man who was described as being 4 foot 8 ½ inches in height with blue eyes, brown hair and a fresh complexion. Having served his time he was discharged on 15 November that same year.
Whether it was this incident or something else that decided him we don’t know but White elected to leave his family and country of birth and journey to South Africa where, on 3 September 1883, he enlisted with the Cape Police (District 2) as a Third Class Private with no. 16. District 2 was headquartered in Kimberley, by this time a bustling town and the epicentre of the diamond mining industry. Fortunes were to be made and lost and there was, for obvious reasons, the need for a strong Police Force who were able to fulfil a military function as well. Recognising his potential White was promoted to Third Class Sergeant on 23 July 1889
Thirteen years after he had enlisted White was to take part in his first operation this to quell an uprising which spanned the 24 December 1896 to the 30 July 1897. This uprising stemmed from an edict to slaughter native livestock to prevent the spread of virulent cattle disease in April 1896. The revolt rapidly gathered alarming momentum and the local troops under Lt Colonel Dalgety were hard pressed to contain the uprising. A large force was required to subdue the fighting and troops and volunteers were mobilized for the Bechuanaland Field Force. Actions were fought at Gamasep Kloof, Riet Kloof and finally at Langberg on the 30 Jul - 1 Aug 1897 before peace was restored.
The cattle disease referred to, a serious epidemic of rinderpest, broke out in Bechuanaland affecting many herds. The government took drastic measures and issued regulations to combat the outbreak that included the slaughtering of infected herds. The Bataplin tribe from the former Crown Colony land objected to the regulations and refused to implement them. Also a minor Bataplin chief named Galishiwe fired on a Cape Police party that came to arrest him at Pokwani in connection with the murder of a German trader living nearby.
The police then sent 600 men to arrest Galishiwe but as they arrived the Chief’s men dispersed and he escaped in the confusion. These “rebels” then killed another European trader and looted his store. Once again the police party sent to deal with the matter failed to apprehend Galishiwe; this led to a troop of Cape Mounted Riflemen under Captain Woon riding in support of the police, but by now the Batlaro natives had also risen in revolt. Woon decided that the rebels were too strong and so he withdrew. Finally in mid-February 1897 the Cape Government decided to form the Bechuanaland Field Force and despatch it to deal with the rebellion. Meanwhile the rebels, about 2,500 in number and armed with good rifles and plenty of ammunition, had fortified very strong defensive positions in the Langeberg mountain range that runs in between Kuruman and the German South West Africa border. Large herds of cattle had been driven into these hills. The uprising was eventually put down and those who had assisted in this process were awarded the Cape of Good Hope General Service Medal although this was only issued just prior to the Boer War. White, in the meantime was promoted to the rank of Second Class Sergeant on 23 July 1897.
With peace restored White returned to his daily activities but illness overtook him and, on 10 September 1898 he succumbed to a bout of Influenza which prostrated him until 27 September. After this he suffered with Colic for two days – the 21st and 22nd of October 1898. Having recovered from his travails it wasn’t long before he was caught up in yet another conflagration – this time on a much larger scale and of a more serious nature – the Anglo Boer War. War between the two Boer Republics of the Orange Free State and Transvaal was declared on 11 October 1899 and, in one of the first actions of the war, commandoes from the Orange Free State headed for Kimberley with the objective of capturing that town deemed, in their minds, to be of major importance and significance. The added bonus was that Cecil John Rhodes was known to be holed-up there and what a prize his capture would be!
Two days after war broke out, members of the para-military Cape Police started riding into Kimberley from abandoned outlying police posts, bringing with them two obsolete RML 7-pounder Mark IV guns and some ammunition. Eventually, Cape Police in the town totalled 478 all ranks and formed part of the garrison throughout the siege, taking an active part in the defence. Their arrival, plus recruiting for existing volunteer units and the hurried raising of new 'hostilities only' units, soon brought the garrison's strength up to about 4 600 officers and men, but more than half of these were completely untrained.
The strength of the investing Boer force varied between 3 000 and 5 000 men supported by nine field guns. In keeping with their normal practice, the Boers sited their guns singly around the town, most of them being just beyond shrapnel range of the 2.5s emplaced in the Kimberley defences, some being even beyond range of ring shell. In any event, the little 3 kg shells of the garrison's guns were ineffective against the earth banked dry-stone walling used in nearly all the Boer positions around the town. The Boer gunners could thus shell Kimberley without fear of effective counter-bombardment, and this they proceeded to do from about the end of October onwards, displaying a disregard for target selection by scattering their shells liberally throughout the residential and business areas of the town. From recorded shelling reports the Boers fired about 8 500 rounds into Kimberley during the siege causing little serious damage to property and remarkably little loss of life (only nine civilians and one soldier were killed by shell-fire), but causing a good deal of annoyance.
News that Lord Methuen and the 1st Division had left Orange River Station on 21 November, on their way to relieve Kimberley, plus further news that he had won three battles and reached Modder River Station in a week, made the inhabitants of Kimberley feel that relief could not be far off and that Boer shelling would have to be endured for at most a few more days. Hopes were dashed on 11 December by Methuen's shattering defeat at Magersfontein, only 22 kilometres away, and by messages from him to the effect that it would be some time before his advance could be resumed and enquiring whether the town could hold out. Boer shelling continued.
The relief, when it came on 15 February 1900, came not a moment too soon as the population had been reduced to eating horse meat and things were becoming very dire. On 1 August 1900 White was promoted to the rank of full Sergeant succumbing to the scourge of Enteric on 29 October of that year. This was no doubt as a result of the privations endured during the siege. For his efforts he was awarded the Queens Medal with clasp Defence of Kimberley. The war ended on 31 May 1902 with White seemingly having no further role to play. He was commissioned as a Lieutenant on 27 June 1902.
Back in Ireland his family, according to the 1901 Ireland census, continued to farm in the County of Tipperary. His father, now 70 was in residence with his 68 year old mother and siblings Eleanor (35), Jane (33), Matthew (31) and Charles (28) – strangely none of them were married.
White was then transferred to the Dismounted Section and was still in the service of the Cape Police in 1903. We next pick up his whereabouts sadly, on his death which took place on Wednesday, 11 January 1911 when he was 51 years of age. According to his death certificate he had been admitted from Wynberg Hospital in Cape Town to the Valkenburg Asylum. The cause of death was melancholia (better known these days as manic depression). What had occasioned this? We will most likely never know but he had apparently been suffering with this condition for a year prior to his death.
His death notice provided more detail in that he had married at some point – Sarah White, born Markham – and that he was a retired Inspector of Police from Kimberley. A sad end to a man who had given such a long period of service to the maintenance of law and order in Kimberley and its surrounds.
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Mystery Bugler Boy Died Aboard Ship - by: Gommecourt Lions
This is a real long shot! I'm hoping that some of the excellent experts on this forum maybe able to help. This is the Uncle of my Great Uncle Charles Gordon Shaw. Who was mortally wounded on the first day of the Somme. The picture is of the only brother of Charles's mother, whose maiden name was Elizabeth Brown Gordon. So the lad most probably had the surname of Gordon (but it could have been Brown).
We know that Elizabeth was Scottish and came from Glasgow. The inscription states that this lad died aboard ship on his way to the Boer War. Can anyone help identify anything about this picture or any history of Boy Soldiers dying aboard ship sailing to South Africa?
So far I have found out that he may have died about the RMS Aurania en route to the Cape around Oct/Nov 1899.
He looks to me around 14 to 15 years old.
Does anyone recognise the regiment from the dress, buckles etc?
I would be extremely grateful for any help or advice on this mystery.
Thanks in advance
Ian Shaw
ian.shaw1@btinternet.com
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We know that Elizabeth was Scottish and came from Glasgow. The inscription states that this lad died aboard ship on his way to the Boer War. Can anyone help identify anything about this picture or any history of Boy Soldiers dying aboard ship sailing to South Africa?
So far I have found out that he may have died about the RMS Aurania en route to the Cape around Oct/Nov 1899.
He looks to me around 14 to 15 years old.
Does anyone recognise the regiment from the dress, buckles etc?
I would be extremely grateful for any help or advice on this mystery.
Thanks in advance
Ian Shaw
ian.shaw1@btinternet.com
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SOLDIERS DIED IN THE ROYAL VICTORIA OR NETLEY HOSPITAL, UK - by: Elmarie
I found a few graves on a website of soldiers who have been in South Africa during the Anglo-Boer War and died afterwards in this hospital.
www.netley-military-cemetery.co.uk/burials-from-1864-to-2003/
See also a list of 242 soldiers who have died here.
See also this link: en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Netley_Hospital
www.netley-military-cemetery.co.uk/burials-from-1864-to-2003/
See also a list of 242 soldiers who have died here.
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Medals to the 9th Lancers - by: djb
Group to Lt Col M O Little, 9th Lancers
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Pictures courtesy of Morton and Eden
CM (m) converted from b/b
CBE (1st, mil)
Afgha (2) Kabul, Kandahar (Lieut: M. O. Little. 9th Lancers);
Kabul to Kandahar Star (Lieut: M. O. Little 9th Lancers);
QSA (7) Belm MR RoK Paar Joh DH Witt (Lt. Col. M. O. Little. 9/Lcrs.);
KSA (1) SA02 (Col. M. O. Little. 9/Lcrs.);
Delhi Durbar, 1903;
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Brigadier-General Malcolm Orme Little, CB CBE, was born on 29 November, 1857 at Sussex Square, Hyde Park Gardens, London, the second son of General Sir Archibald Little, K.C.B.. A scion of Clan Little from the Scottish Borders, he was from an old family of reivers, cavalrymen and equestrians - the old saying going: ‘If you see a Little, a horse won't be far away .’ He was initially commissioned as Second Lieutenant in the Royal North Gloucester Militia in September 1877, and then obtained his first regular commission with the 17th Lancers in 1878, having passed out of the Royal Military College where he had been an Honorary Queen’s Cadet. Later that year he transferred into the 9th Lancers (his father’s regiment) as Lieutenant travelled to India to serve in the Afghan War of 1878-80, where he was Orderly Officer to Brigadier-General Hugh Gough V.C. C.B.. He was present during the march from Kabul to Kandahar and the battle which followed, and for this he was mentioned in despatches. A keen polo player, he took part in the 1886 International Polo Cup and was part of the winning team alongside John Henry Watson, Captain Thomas Hone, and Captain the Hon. Richard Lawley, 4th Baron Wenlock. He was considered ‘a great popular favourite and a more dashing forward never carried a polo stick’ (‘Polo, Past and Present’ by Dale refers). He was also a member of the teams which won the Inter-regimental tournaments of 1885,1889 and 1890 amongst others.
He came to full prominence during the Boer War and Little’s name was famously featured in Colonel Frank Rhode’s cryptic message to the defenders of Mafeking, as once the Mafeking Relief Column approached the town they sent a message to Baden-Powell to forewarn him about their strength. Little’s name featured in the code which Rhodes chose to encrypt his message should it have been intercepted by the Boers. As recorded in ‘The Times History’ this rather ‘Boy’s Own’ episode entered Mafeking folklore soon after: ‘At Baden-Powell’s request Mahon sent him an account of the numbers of his force, his guns, and the state of his supplies in the following enigmatic form, as he had no cypher: “Our numbers are the Naval and Military Club multiplied by ten [94 (Piccadilly) xio = 940]; our guns, the number of sons in the Ward family [6]; our supplies, the O.C. 9th Lancers [Little].”
As the 9th Lancers sailed for South Africa in September 1899, their Commanding Officer Colonel Bloomfield Gough was on sick leave in England and Little, as Second-in-Command, was temporarily placed in command until Gough returned to full health Little’s skill as a cavalry officer was noted early on during the campaign, when following a reconnaissance before the Battle of Modder River, he informed Lord Methuen that the Boers were present in greater strength than previously assumed. On this occasion Methuen chose to ignore Little’s report and sent his troops directly into the ambush at the river bank, but Little showed sufficient initiative with his troops to create a diversion and avoid a rout. The Times History again records that during the Battle of Modder River: ‘At one time during the morning the Boer guns brought a most effective fire to bear on a white house and kraal, a mile above Bosman’s Drift, in which a company of mounted infantry had ensconced itself, at the same time sweeping the line of retreat. Seeing that the little garrison would soon be annihilated, Major Little promptly created a diversion by advancing two squadrons of dismounted Lancers towards the river bank, and drawing the Boer fire till the mounted infantry had effected their retreat.’
Later, Colonel Gough was rather unjustly blamed for the failure of the cavalry to sufficiently press home the advantage at Belmont and Graspan (Lord Methuen even admitted that he had done everything possible under the circumstances) and was unceremoniously sacked, whereupon Little then found himself in command of the 9th Lancers. At the Battle of Magersfontein, Little was Mentioned in Despatches this time by Lord Methuen for his gallantry when the 9th Lancers, having been driven back by heavy enemy fire, were dismounted and placed in the firing line on the right flank: ‘Major Little, in the firing line, did good work all day ’ as detailed in Methuen’s Despatch dated 15 February 1900 in London Gazette 16 March 1900. Following this reverse at Magersfontein Methuen’s forces moved toward the Modder River, and here the 9th Lancers were continually employed in scouting and reconnaissance. When French departed in haste to relieve Kimberley on 11 February 1900, the 9th Lancers formed a part of the 3rd Cavalry Brigade in his Cavalry Division. Little commanded the 9th Lancers with great elan and led them in the charge against the Boers at Klip Drift on 15 February. He was reported by French to Roberts, along with two other Cavalry Officers in the Relief Column, as having ‘commanded their regiments throughout with great dash and ability’ (War Office records refer). Little was Mentioned in Despatches for a second time in Lord Roberts’ Despatch of 31 March 1900 (London Gazette 8 February 1901 refers).
Little was promoted to Lieutenant-Colonel in March 1900 and in July that year was given command of the 3rd Cavalry Brigade with the local rank of Brigadier-General. The 3rd Cavalry Brigade was soon involved in the attempts to attack De Wet’s forces during which the Cavalry columns under Little and Broadwood’s, operating in tandem but failing to maintain communication, were outwitted by the Boer Intelligence Scouts of Theron and Scheepers. Continuing into August these columns, supplemented by an additional two, maintained their chase but failed to draw De Wet into a decisive engagement. Despite their efforts De Wet managed to escape and slipped from the Free State into the Transvaal. It was at this time that Little was severely wounded in August near Jacobsdal, in circumstances described by Roberts in his Despatch of 10 October 1900:
‘In view of De Wet’s return from the Transvaal to the district between Heilbron and Reitzburg, and the possibility of his collecting a fresh commando in that direction, I thought it desirable to concentrate a strong mounted force at Kroonstad and on the Rhonoster River. The Colonial Division, which had been attached to Lord Methuen’s column during the pursuit ofDe Wet, was accordingly ordered to march from Zeerust to Elandsfontein, via Krugersdorp. It left Zeerust on 25 August, being joined by the 3rd Cavalry Brigade under Colonel Little. The same day Colonel Little was wounded near Jacobsdal, and the command of the combined force devolved on Colonel Dalgety’ (London Gazette 8 February 1901 refers).
In extracts from his diary, Little covered the action in more detail:
[Sat. 25th] Ricardo as usual no idea of taking up his position. Started at 2 with brigade & 500 Colonials, Kaffirs etc., under Col. Dalgety. Found Boers in a drift, orange groves, etc. at Botha’s farm. 17th Lcrs. Advanced guard. Rode on to see the lay of the land when I got a short range from the donga. Had a squadron 17th working round on the left & squadron of 9th [Lancers] & 100 M.I. on the right. Reed, no reports from the 17th so took Brigade closer than I should have. Handed over command to Dalgety, after clearing out Boers bivouacked at Botha’s farm.’
The other extracts relate to his evacuation to Mafeking hospital by Lord Methuen and his subsequent journey in a hospital train. The last extract describes the serious nature of his wound: ‘Weds. 5 [Sept]. Miss Barnes Day sister. Put under the X-Rays saw bits of cigarette case, bone and bullet along course of bullet. Bullet took a curved course thro’ hitting thigh bone apparently.’ Little, described by one of his Subalterns as ‘an excellent Brigadier’ (as mentioned in A Soldier’s Diary), continued nominally in command of the Brigade until November 1900. He was awarded the rank of Brevet-Colonel and sent to England on sick leave. He did not return to South Africa until 1902.
Little took over de Lisle’s Column on 8 April 1902 and commanded it in the drives in North East Free State until the end of the War. He received a final Mention in Despatches from Lord Kitchener as follows: ‘Brevet-Colonel (local Brigadier-General) M.O. Little, gth Lancers has twice held command of British Cavalry Brigades, and has proved himself a capable leader of mounted troops in the field’ (London Gazette 3 December, 1902). He was made a Companion of the Order of the Bath and placed on half-pay in 1904. He was recalled temporarily from retirement in 1905 as a Staff Officer in the Imperial Yeomanry with the rank of Colonel, but again retired in 1908.
Recalled once again for service in the Great War, he served at Home in the Great Britain as Inspector of Remounts in 1914, and then as Commandant of the Yeomanry Brigade and Coast Defences from 1915 to 1917, for which he was appointed a C.B.E. He retired for a third and final time with the honorary rank of Brigadier in 1917, and on 19 January 1923, Little was commissioned as a Deputy Lieutenant for the County of Warwick. He died some years later at his home in Rugby, on 7 February 1931, at the age of 73.
Ex Spink, ‘The Anglo-Boer War Anniversary 1899-1999’ Auction, 20 & 21 October, 1999, lot 285
Pictures courtesy of Morton and Eden
CM (m) converted from b/b
CBE (1st, mil)
Afgha (2) Kabul, Kandahar (Lieut: M. O. Little. 9th Lancers);
Kabul to Kandahar Star (Lieut: M. O. Little 9th Lancers);
QSA (7) Belm MR RoK Paar Joh DH Witt (Lt. Col. M. O. Little. 9/Lcrs.);
KSA (1) SA02 (Col. M. O. Little. 9/Lcrs.);
Delhi Durbar, 1903;
Brigadier-General Malcolm Orme Little, CB CBE, was born on 29 November, 1857 at Sussex Square, Hyde Park Gardens, London, the second son of General Sir Archibald Little, K.C.B.. A scion of Clan Little from the Scottish Borders, he was from an old family of reivers, cavalrymen and equestrians - the old saying going: ‘If you see a Little, a horse won't be far away .’ He was initially commissioned as Second Lieutenant in the Royal North Gloucester Militia in September 1877, and then obtained his first regular commission with the 17th Lancers in 1878, having passed out of the Royal Military College where he had been an Honorary Queen’s Cadet. Later that year he transferred into the 9th Lancers (his father’s regiment) as Lieutenant travelled to India to serve in the Afghan War of 1878-80, where he was Orderly Officer to Brigadier-General Hugh Gough V.C. C.B.. He was present during the march from Kabul to Kandahar and the battle which followed, and for this he was mentioned in despatches. A keen polo player, he took part in the 1886 International Polo Cup and was part of the winning team alongside John Henry Watson, Captain Thomas Hone, and Captain the Hon. Richard Lawley, 4th Baron Wenlock. He was considered ‘a great popular favourite and a more dashing forward never carried a polo stick’ (‘Polo, Past and Present’ by Dale refers). He was also a member of the teams which won the Inter-regimental tournaments of 1885,1889 and 1890 amongst others.
He came to full prominence during the Boer War and Little’s name was famously featured in Colonel Frank Rhode’s cryptic message to the defenders of Mafeking, as once the Mafeking Relief Column approached the town they sent a message to Baden-Powell to forewarn him about their strength. Little’s name featured in the code which Rhodes chose to encrypt his message should it have been intercepted by the Boers. As recorded in ‘The Times History’ this rather ‘Boy’s Own’ episode entered Mafeking folklore soon after: ‘At Baden-Powell’s request Mahon sent him an account of the numbers of his force, his guns, and the state of his supplies in the following enigmatic form, as he had no cypher: “Our numbers are the Naval and Military Club multiplied by ten [94 (Piccadilly) xio = 940]; our guns, the number of sons in the Ward family [6]; our supplies, the O.C. 9th Lancers [Little].”
As the 9th Lancers sailed for South Africa in September 1899, their Commanding Officer Colonel Bloomfield Gough was on sick leave in England and Little, as Second-in-Command, was temporarily placed in command until Gough returned to full health Little’s skill as a cavalry officer was noted early on during the campaign, when following a reconnaissance before the Battle of Modder River, he informed Lord Methuen that the Boers were present in greater strength than previously assumed. On this occasion Methuen chose to ignore Little’s report and sent his troops directly into the ambush at the river bank, but Little showed sufficient initiative with his troops to create a diversion and avoid a rout. The Times History again records that during the Battle of Modder River: ‘At one time during the morning the Boer guns brought a most effective fire to bear on a white house and kraal, a mile above Bosman’s Drift, in which a company of mounted infantry had ensconced itself, at the same time sweeping the line of retreat. Seeing that the little garrison would soon be annihilated, Major Little promptly created a diversion by advancing two squadrons of dismounted Lancers towards the river bank, and drawing the Boer fire till the mounted infantry had effected their retreat.’
Later, Colonel Gough was rather unjustly blamed for the failure of the cavalry to sufficiently press home the advantage at Belmont and Graspan (Lord Methuen even admitted that he had done everything possible under the circumstances) and was unceremoniously sacked, whereupon Little then found himself in command of the 9th Lancers. At the Battle of Magersfontein, Little was Mentioned in Despatches this time by Lord Methuen for his gallantry when the 9th Lancers, having been driven back by heavy enemy fire, were dismounted and placed in the firing line on the right flank: ‘Major Little, in the firing line, did good work all day ’ as detailed in Methuen’s Despatch dated 15 February 1900 in London Gazette 16 March 1900. Following this reverse at Magersfontein Methuen’s forces moved toward the Modder River, and here the 9th Lancers were continually employed in scouting and reconnaissance. When French departed in haste to relieve Kimberley on 11 February 1900, the 9th Lancers formed a part of the 3rd Cavalry Brigade in his Cavalry Division. Little commanded the 9th Lancers with great elan and led them in the charge against the Boers at Klip Drift on 15 February. He was reported by French to Roberts, along with two other Cavalry Officers in the Relief Column, as having ‘commanded their regiments throughout with great dash and ability’ (War Office records refer). Little was Mentioned in Despatches for a second time in Lord Roberts’ Despatch of 31 March 1900 (London Gazette 8 February 1901 refers).
Little was promoted to Lieutenant-Colonel in March 1900 and in July that year was given command of the 3rd Cavalry Brigade with the local rank of Brigadier-General. The 3rd Cavalry Brigade was soon involved in the attempts to attack De Wet’s forces during which the Cavalry columns under Little and Broadwood’s, operating in tandem but failing to maintain communication, were outwitted by the Boer Intelligence Scouts of Theron and Scheepers. Continuing into August these columns, supplemented by an additional two, maintained their chase but failed to draw De Wet into a decisive engagement. Despite their efforts De Wet managed to escape and slipped from the Free State into the Transvaal. It was at this time that Little was severely wounded in August near Jacobsdal, in circumstances described by Roberts in his Despatch of 10 October 1900:
‘In view of De Wet’s return from the Transvaal to the district between Heilbron and Reitzburg, and the possibility of his collecting a fresh commando in that direction, I thought it desirable to concentrate a strong mounted force at Kroonstad and on the Rhonoster River. The Colonial Division, which had been attached to Lord Methuen’s column during the pursuit ofDe Wet, was accordingly ordered to march from Zeerust to Elandsfontein, via Krugersdorp. It left Zeerust on 25 August, being joined by the 3rd Cavalry Brigade under Colonel Little. The same day Colonel Little was wounded near Jacobsdal, and the command of the combined force devolved on Colonel Dalgety’ (London Gazette 8 February 1901 refers).
In extracts from his diary, Little covered the action in more detail:
[Sat. 25th] Ricardo as usual no idea of taking up his position. Started at 2 with brigade & 500 Colonials, Kaffirs etc., under Col. Dalgety. Found Boers in a drift, orange groves, etc. at Botha’s farm. 17th Lcrs. Advanced guard. Rode on to see the lay of the land when I got a short range from the donga. Had a squadron 17th working round on the left & squadron of 9th [Lancers] & 100 M.I. on the right. Reed, no reports from the 17th so took Brigade closer than I should have. Handed over command to Dalgety, after clearing out Boers bivouacked at Botha’s farm.’
The other extracts relate to his evacuation to Mafeking hospital by Lord Methuen and his subsequent journey in a hospital train. The last extract describes the serious nature of his wound: ‘Weds. 5 [Sept]. Miss Barnes Day sister. Put under the X-Rays saw bits of cigarette case, bone and bullet along course of bullet. Bullet took a curved course thro’ hitting thigh bone apparently.’ Little, described by one of his Subalterns as ‘an excellent Brigadier’ (as mentioned in A Soldier’s Diary), continued nominally in command of the Brigade until November 1900. He was awarded the rank of Brevet-Colonel and sent to England on sick leave. He did not return to South Africa until 1902.
Little took over de Lisle’s Column on 8 April 1902 and commanded it in the drives in North East Free State until the end of the War. He received a final Mention in Despatches from Lord Kitchener as follows: ‘Brevet-Colonel (local Brigadier-General) M.O. Little, gth Lancers has twice held command of British Cavalry Brigades, and has proved himself a capable leader of mounted troops in the field’ (London Gazette 3 December, 1902). He was made a Companion of the Order of the Bath and placed on half-pay in 1904. He was recalled temporarily from retirement in 1905 as a Staff Officer in the Imperial Yeomanry with the rank of Colonel, but again retired in 1908.
Recalled once again for service in the Great War, he served at Home in the Great Britain as Inspector of Remounts in 1914, and then as Commandant of the Yeomanry Brigade and Coast Defences from 1915 to 1917, for which he was appointed a C.B.E. He retired for a third and final time with the honorary rank of Brigadier in 1917, and on 19 January 1923, Little was commissioned as a Deputy Lieutenant for the County of Warwick. He died some years later at his home in Rugby, on 7 February 1931, at the age of 73.
Ex Spink, ‘The Anglo-Boer War Anniversary 1899-1999’ Auction, 20 & 21 October, 1999, lot 285
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Medals to HMS Philomel - by: djb
Group to Commander Charles Richard Newdigate Burne, of HMS Philomel, Royal Navy, author of 'With the Naval Brigade in Natal'.
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Picture courtesy of Morton and Eden
QSA (6) CC TH OFS RoL Tr LN (Lieut. C. R. W. Burne, R.N.);
Coronation Medal 1902, in silver;
Chile, Order of Merit, Fifth Class breast badge
MiD LG 8 February 1901 (named in General Redvers Buller’s despatch)
Commander Charles Richard Newdigate Burne entered the Royal Navy as a Cadet in 1886, became Midshipman in 1889, Sub-Lieutenant in 1893 and then Lieutenant in August 1894. He initially commanded sailing cutters along the Newfoundland coast in 1895, for protection of Treaty obligations (for which he received official thanks); and was present at Crete during the insurrection in 1898.
Upon the outbreak of war in South Africa in 1899 he was appointed Naval Transport Officer at Southampton, leaving for Cape Town on 4 November. He served for a time in H.M.S. Doris and Philomel at Durban, Natal, but later landed for active service with the Naval Brigade (or Buller’s Natal Field Force) on 6 December that year, where he was placed in command of two naval 12 pounder guns of H.M.S. Terrible and Tartar. As recorded in his personal journal, which later became the famous book ‘With the Naval Brigade in Natal’ he was present in action during many of the most significant engagements against Boer forces in Natal, including the actions at Colenso (15 December 1899), on the River Tugela including Spion Kop (a photo of which exists in his book showing Burne’s gun team in action) & Vaal Krantz (17 to 27 January 1900). At this latter action, Lieutenant Burne’s gun came under heavy shell fire, as recorded in ‘The Commission of H.M.S. Terrible 1898-1902’ by George Crowe:
‘...even the general staff were not exempt from a visitation of Boer shell. One 6-inch shell struck the ground twenty yards in front of Lieutenant Burne’s right i2-pounder, then ricocheted, unexploded, over their heads, covering the crew with dirt, and twice afterwards these two guns’crews had narrow escapes.’
Lieutenant Burne was also present during the relief of Ladysmith (28 Februaryi900), further operations in Northern Natal and Transvaal, including Laing’s Nek (May - September 1900). He was mentioned in despatches twice for gallant and meritorious services during the Boer War, and was subsequently noted for early promotion, which saw him appointed to the Royal Yacht Victoria and Albert in August 1900 (and promoted to Commander for his services in South Africa). Although we have no further information regarding his secondment, Commander Burne is also shown in 1914 as ‘lent to Chile’ for which presumably he was awarded the Chilean Order of Merit.
Ex Spink, 18 July 1995, lot 316.
Picture courtesy of Morton and Eden
QSA (6) CC TH OFS RoL Tr LN (Lieut. C. R. W. Burne, R.N.);
Coronation Medal 1902, in silver;
Chile, Order of Merit, Fifth Class breast badge
MiD LG 8 February 1901 (named in General Redvers Buller’s despatch)
Commander Charles Richard Newdigate Burne entered the Royal Navy as a Cadet in 1886, became Midshipman in 1889, Sub-Lieutenant in 1893 and then Lieutenant in August 1894. He initially commanded sailing cutters along the Newfoundland coast in 1895, for protection of Treaty obligations (for which he received official thanks); and was present at Crete during the insurrection in 1898.
Upon the outbreak of war in South Africa in 1899 he was appointed Naval Transport Officer at Southampton, leaving for Cape Town on 4 November. He served for a time in H.M.S. Doris and Philomel at Durban, Natal, but later landed for active service with the Naval Brigade (or Buller’s Natal Field Force) on 6 December that year, where he was placed in command of two naval 12 pounder guns of H.M.S. Terrible and Tartar. As recorded in his personal journal, which later became the famous book ‘With the Naval Brigade in Natal’ he was present in action during many of the most significant engagements against Boer forces in Natal, including the actions at Colenso (15 December 1899), on the River Tugela including Spion Kop (a photo of which exists in his book showing Burne’s gun team in action) & Vaal Krantz (17 to 27 January 1900). At this latter action, Lieutenant Burne’s gun came under heavy shell fire, as recorded in ‘The Commission of H.M.S. Terrible 1898-1902’ by George Crowe:
‘...even the general staff were not exempt from a visitation of Boer shell. One 6-inch shell struck the ground twenty yards in front of Lieutenant Burne’s right i2-pounder, then ricocheted, unexploded, over their heads, covering the crew with dirt, and twice afterwards these two guns’crews had narrow escapes.’
Lieutenant Burne was also present during the relief of Ladysmith (28 Februaryi900), further operations in Northern Natal and Transvaal, including Laing’s Nek (May - September 1900). He was mentioned in despatches twice for gallant and meritorious services during the Boer War, and was subsequently noted for early promotion, which saw him appointed to the Royal Yacht Victoria and Albert in August 1900 (and promoted to Commander for his services in South Africa). Although we have no further information regarding his secondment, Commander Burne is also shown in 1914 as ‘lent to Chile’ for which presumably he was awarded the Chilean Order of Merit.
Ex Spink, 18 July 1995, lot 316.
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STRATHCONA'S HORSE MEMORIAL, LYDENBURG SOUTH AFRICA - by: Elmarie
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Grandfather Michael James Middleton - by: middleton
I am new to the site and would like to research my wife's grandfather's army service with a view to replacing his medals stolen some years ago. Michael was born 2/1/1883 in Somerset and joined the Somerset Light Infantry in April 1901, number 6013. All the family are certain we recall the QSA and some clasps as one of his medals but when researching the Boer War medal lists on Ancestry.com cannot find his name. We have some photos of his army service; firstly in the red serge of the SLI when he joined-up; then one in India 1904-06 showing he was in H company of 1/SLI, and another as a L/Cpl in photo of all the 1/SLI's junior NCOs in tropical uniforms but whilst some wear their medals he has none; the next is as a Sgt in WW1 where he does wear the QSA ribbon (we are pretty sure it is!). It has been suggested that as an 18 year old he would not serve in SA (normal age was 20 apparently). So we are left wondering why he is not on the medal rolls and doubting our memory of his medals. There are photos in the 1930s of "Old Contemptibles" SLI where it appears to show he wears more than the 3 usual WW1 medals but impossible to tell what. They only other bit of info I have found is that the 2/SLI arrived in SA Dec 1899 on SS Briton. I wonder therefore: did 18 yr olds go to SA, and was the QSA medal ever issued at later dates than the original issues that formed the medal roll (my father for example didn't get his WW2 medals until the 1990s)? Although he was with the 1/SLI in India was there much interchange between battalions? The final picture we have is of the ship SS Sicilia that may or may not have taken him to/from SA or India. Any advice would be much appreciated, many thanks.
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