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 "Three armies were met together to crush The whole of our little force&mdash;and we (Thanks to the tale of a lying scout) Had come on their camp so suddenly, Where the Kaitua River curves about In the steep clay reaches of Bokerdun, That we knew we must either fight or die, Since no succour could come by land or sea, And we knew that retreat was worse than defeat; And we thought this over, there in the bush, As we faced their masses of cavalry, And counted each point-blank, grinning gun, While the turbid river rolled between; And far away from the plains' burnt green The still ghats watched us against the sky.

"We found a ford, and the word was given, And over we went as glad as might be&mdash; Seeing, for months past, we had striven With a foe who fled like a dusky cloud, And we thirsted to meet them in open field, With no quarter asked or grace allowed, And fight till one of us two should yield. So, a splash through the stream with arms held high, A rattle of stones when the horses passed, And we found ourselves on the farther side, And we only feared lest the foe should fly&mdash; Cheating us out of our fight at last. For we saw their ranks fall back and divide, And we watched their faces horrified That our handful should dare to strive with them. 29