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In vain did Ogilvies, Murrays, and Gordons swell his ranks, and the covenanting committee play into his hands by forcing Baillie to fight when the general knew that defeat was inevitable.
The reply was that by road and by rail as many men as could be spared were on their way to join him. Soon they began to drop in, those useful reinforcements first the Devons, quiet, business-like, reliable; then the Gordons, dashing, fiery, brilliant.
"We've been looking for you all the evening, and wouldn't have a bite or a glass of wine until you came in." "Over at the Gordons'. They are having a little gathering too, mostly of the refugees, regular hen convention. I was the only man there for over an hour."
Admirably led by Park, their gallant Colonel, the Devons swept the Boers before them, and the Rifles, Gordons, and Light Horse joined in the wild charge which finally cleared the ridge. But the end was not yet. The Boer had taken a risk over this venture, and now he had to pay the stakes.
In honourable and friendly rivalry with the equally numerous and equally distinguished clans of Grant and Cameron, the Gordons have figured on every battlefield from Minden to Candahar, thus establishing at the same time the political wisdom of Chatham, who first turned the Highlanders from a cause of danger into a source of strength, and the military ardour and genius of their own race.
Calcutta Hooghly pilots Government House A Durbar The sulky Rajah The customary formalities An ingenious interpreter The sailing clippers in the Hooghly-Calcutta Cathedral A succulent banquet The mistaken Ministre The "Gordons" Barrackpore A Swiss Family Robinson aerial house The child and the elephants The merry midshipmen Some of their escapades A huge haul of fishes Queen Victoria and Hindustani The Hills The Manipur outbreak A riding tour A wise old Anglo-Indian Incidents The fidelity of native servants A novel printing-press Lucknow The loss of an illusion.
Sixty years ago, at Woolwich, the town on the Thames where the gunners of our army are trained, there lived a mischievous, curly-haired, blue-eyed boy, whose name was Charlie Gordon. The Gordons were a Scotch family, and Charlie came of a race of soldiers.
When I went into Fricourt on the third day of battle, after the last Germans, who had clung on to its ruins, had been cleared out by the Yorkshires and Lincolns of the 21st Division, that division which had been so humiliated at Loos and now was wonderful in courage, and when the Manchesters and Gordons of the 30th Division had captured Montauban and repulsed fierce counter-attacks.
Unfortunately Miss Gordon was not so constituted as to see its humor. She darned on, quickly and excitedly. Her dream that the rich Mrs. Jarvis should one day take a fancy to the Gordons and make their fortune was growing rosier every moment. Little Jamie came wandering over the grass towards her.
We are lying with the Gordons now, waiting for the Boers to come along and try to take Belmont, and our fellows and the "Scotties" are particularly good chums, and it is the cordial wish of both that they may some day give the enemy a taste of the bayonet together.
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