Anonymous - Raped on the Railway

We give it as it was repeated to us.

It was in a tranquil space of immense extent, or else beneath the vast colonnades of a gigantic temple. I know not. It is the specialty of dreams to leave but indistinct notions which fade away, leaving to the awakening spirit only vague memories, so vague they can scarcely be defined.

A weird silence reigned around, strangely soft and soothing to the soul… then hidden musicians, as if from the sky, breathed harmonious chords, in low, very low, soft tones. It was rather a murmur, a zephyr, than music.

Suddenly the tones rose higher and higher, until they abruptly ceased with a hoarse, fearful, piercing cry, a cry of horror, of disgust, of remorse, to give place to the crushing silence of anguish.

All at once the place was ablaze with light; thousands of lamps shone with a hard, dazzling glare. A paean of triumphant pride arose, and the voice rather harsh, elevated and slightly shrill, sounded strangely in its mocking tones.

I then distinguished, seated on an elevated throne, draped in purple, the splendid body of a woman, absolutely perfect in form, and wearing over the deluge of dark luxuriant hair that served her for a mantle, a crown of diamonds so brilliant that they seemed like burning coals. Seated on the black fur of a bear, in an easy posture, she seemed very calm, stripping off the incessantly renewed petals of a daisy, her brilliant eyes lost in a far away dream, towards some invisible horizon, and her eyes of that limpid soft blue shade which seems to denote goodness, quietude and frankness.

Quite on the top of the very broad steps, lay extended, motionless, a man with the handsome body of an athlete, his eyes were fixed up above without bearing in them any expression of revolt or of hatred, but they were glassy, indicating clearly the void of an exhausted brain.

Upon his face the woman had placed her foot, without his making a movement, and for a moment remained fixed in her ecstatic attitude.

Then from below, there came another man who rushed up to her.

She tendered him her lips, then her body, and after tightly embracing her the man fell on the steps where he lay prostrate and crushed.

Two and three more came, and after them a crowd. There were magistrates, soldiers, peasants, workmen, rich and poor, young and old, from all countries, from each continent, and of all colours.

To each and every one she tendered her lips and abandoned her body, and they all fell down an inert mass…

And unceasingly the crowd increased. I saw the steps darkened by a howling mass of people rushing up, fighting to distance one another and arrive first.

There were cries, cries of wild beasts in heat when they rush towards the female, fighting for her; there were cries of suffering, cries of disgust, the heart-rending cries of those who, after possession saw nothing before them but void, absolute void.

The steps were crimsoned with the blood which trickled from the bodies.

Without ceasing, more and more compact, the crowd continued fighting… It was no longer a woman that offered herself, it was an incandescent body which burned all who approached it, but none of them were aware that they were burnt, and I understood that for all, here was the incarnation of supreme enjoyment, here was brought eternal desire, and that afterwards, all fell back with loathing and exhausted.

And while the multitude continued to fight, I saw close by, on a flowery mead, the athletes of Borh, who do not know the flesh, drinking Cyprus wine whilst they discuss the deathlessness of the soul.

One night, Brandon feeling more than usually dull, thought he would go and pay a call on the Captain. He found the officer writing.

“Oh, I see you are busy,” said Brandon, turning to go away.

“Oh no, come in,” cried Captain Sinclair. “I have just finished a letter to my wife in Glasgow. We shall, I hear, have a brush with the enemy tomorrow, and as the Boers shoot straight, it is just as well to get my correspondence done beforehand.”

“Glasgow!” repeated Brandon. “I did not know you came from Glasgow.”

“Yes, I do. I have a charming little wife there, and a comfortable house, but I don't suppose I shall ever see them again. But as you are a Glasgie 'chiel let us have a talk over old times.” They talked till the bugle sounded “Lights out.” Brandon had not mixed much in society, and knew but few of the Captains' friends, nor did it strike him that it was a Mrs. Sinclair who had met with that strange adventure in the Scotch Express.

Early the next morning which was a Friday, all the troops were under arms to dislodge the Boers from their position on the mountain above Glencoe (1).

(1) The scene of that Friday's great battle was a hill between Dundee and Glencoe. The Boer Artillery occupied the top of the hill. Their Artillery was silenced by ours, and then the hill was stormed by a gallant charge of the Dublin Fusiliers and the King's Royal Rifles. Our list of killed and wounded was estimated at 214. The Boers are said to have lost 800. The Boers approached Glencoe Camp from Landman's Drift, the border pass to the right of Dundee. Glencoe itself is on a high table land. It is forty-two miles N.W. of Ladysmith, where General While had a force of 9.000 strong.

The Boer plan of campaign was devised with considerable skill, and provided for a simultaneous attack upon Glencoe by three different columns aggregating about 7.000 men.

General Joubert's instructions to the commanders of the various columns were, it is understood, distinctly to the effect that Erasmus was to lure the whole British forces on to the northern road towards Hattingspruit. While the British were engaged in the apparently easy task of wiping out Erasmus's column, Viljoen and Meyer were to fall upon them in rear and in flank and annihilate them.

Of all this General Symons was well aware, and he took his measures accordingly.

But the Boer plan of campaign came to grief. Being unable to keep in telegraphic touch with each other, the three commanders blundered on with no thought for the all-important question of time. The result was that Meyer's force precipitated the battle before even the Hattingspruit column was within striking distance, and While Viljoen and his Free Staters were a long way to the south. There was therefore no simultaneous attack and Meyer's force, numbering about 4.000 men, with six guns, had to bear the whole brunt of battle.

Not more than half our force advanced to the attack, for other dangers, believed to be imminent, had to be guarded against. The Boer column under Erasmus had been found by our scouts at Biggars drift to the south, only a few miles away, and the Hattingspruit contingent were reported to be moving from the north with the knowledge that the engagement had commenced without their indispensable co-operation. These two Columns would have brought the strength of the enemy up to 9.000 men. Therefore the 18th Hussars, the Leicester Regiment, the volunteers, and mounted infantry still remained in and near the camp.

Just before eight o'clock there came a diversion for our gunners. Hundreds of Boers were suddenly observed to be lining a hill to the west of the camp. They were the advanced detachments of the Hattingspruit column, but they had arrived on the scene too late to be of service to Lucas Meyer and his men.

As soon as the new-comers came well into view, the 67th Battery, stationed behind the camp, opened fire upon them. Several shells burst amongst them. This was sufficient for the Hattingspruit contingent, which very speedily betook itself into a safer position out of reach of the terrible guns.

All this time, while the two batteries were pounding pitilessly at the Boers on Smith's Hill, the infantry were advancing steadily to close quarters with them. Three fine regiments were passing over the ground in almost faultless style — the Dublin Fusiliers, the King's Royal Rifles, and the Royal Irish Fusiliers. Encouraged by their officers, who too often belied their advice by their example, the men advanced in perfect order in skirmishing line, taking advantage of every bit of cover, halting only to fire by sections as they came within easy range of the enemy. For over an hour this steady advance continued, while the artillery gave the Boers not one moment's rest.