By Sheer Pluck: A Tale of the Ashanti War by G. A. Henty (phonics readers TXT) π
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The army depended for food partly upon the cultivated patches around the Assim villages, partly on supplies brought up from the rear. In the forest, too, they found many edible roots and fruits. In spite of the efforts to supply them with food, Frank saw ere many weeks had passed that the Ashantis were suffering much from hunger. They fell away in flesh. Many were shaking with fever, and the enthusiasm, which was manifest at the passage of the Prah, had entirely evaporated.
The first morning after crossing the river Frank sent Ostik into the hut of the general with a cup of hot chocolate, with which Ammon Quatia expressed himself so much gratified that henceforth Frank sent in a cup every morning, having still a large supply of tins of preserved chocolate and milk, the very best food which a traveler can take with him. In return the Ashanti general showed Frank many little kindnesses, sending him in birds or animals when any were shot by his men, and keeping him as well provided with food as was possible under the circumstances.
It was not until the 8th of April that any absolute hostilities took place. Then the Fantis, supported by fifty Houssas under Lieutenant Hopkins, barred the road outside the village of Dunquah. The Ashantis attacked, but the Fantis fought bravely, having great confidence in the Houssa contingent. The battle was one of the native fashion, neither side attempting any vigorous action, but contenting themselves with a heavy fire at a distance of a hundred yards. All the combatants took shelter behind trees, and the consequence was that at the end of the day a great quantity of powder and slugs had been fired away, and a very few men hit on either side. At nightfall both parties drew off.
βIs that the way your English soldiers fight?β the general asked Frank that night.
βYes,β Frank said vaguely; βthey fire away at each other.β
βAnd then I suppose,β the general said, βwhen one party has exhausted its ammunition it retires.β
βCertainly it would retire,β Frank said. βIt could not resist without ammunition you know.β
Frank carefully abstained from mentioning that one side or the other would advance even before the ammunition of its opponents was expended, for he did not wish the Ashantis to adopt tactics which, from their greatly superior numbers, must at once give them a victory. The Ashantis were not dissatisfied with the day's work, as they considered that they had proved themselves equal to the English troops.
CHAPTER XVIII: THE ATTACK ON ELMINA
On the 14th the Fantis took the initiative, and attacked the Ashantis. The fight was a mere repetition of that of a week before, and about midday the Fantis, having used up all their ammunition, fell back again to Cape Coast.
βNow,β the general said to Frank, βthat we have beaten the Fantis we shall march down to Elmina.β
Leaving the main road at Dunquah the army moved slowly through the bush towards Elmina, thirty miles distant, halting in the woods some eight miles from the town, and twelve from Cape Coast.
βI am going,β the general said, βto look at the English forts. My white friend will go with me.β
With fifty of his warriors Ammon Quatia left the camp, and crossing a stream came down upon the sea coast, a short distance west of Elmina. With them were several of the Elmina tribe, who had come up to the camp to welcome the Ashantis. They approached to within three or four hundred yards of the fort, which was separated from them by a river.
The forts on the west coast of Africa, not being built to resist artillery, are merely barracks surrounded by high walls sufficiently thick to allow men to walk in single file along the top, to fire over the parapet. The tops of the walls being castellated, the buildings have an appearance of much strength. The fort of Elmina is of considerable size, with a barrack and officers' quarters within it. One side faces the river, and another the sea.
βIt is a wonderful fort,β the Ashanti general said, much impressed by its appearance.
βYes,β Frank replied. βAnd there are cannon on the top, those great black things you see sticking out. Those are guns, and each carries balls enough to kill a hundred men with each shot.β
The general looked for some time attentively. βBut you have castles in the white men's country, how do you take them?β
βWe bring a great many cannon throwing balls of iron as big as my head,β Frank answered, βand so knock a great hole in the wall and then rush in.β
βBut if there are no cannon?β the general urged.
βWe never attack a castle without cannon,β Frank said. βBut if we had no cannon we might try to starve the people out; but you cannot do that here, because they would land food from the sea.β
The general looked puzzled. βWhy do the white men come here?
βThey come to trade,β he said presently.
βYes, they come to trade,β Frank replied.
βAnd they have no other reason?β
βNo,β Frank said. βThey do not want to take land, because the white man cannot work in so hot a climate.β
βThen if he could not trade he would go away?β the general asked.
βYes,β Frank agreed, βif he could do no trade it would be no use remaining here.β
βWe will let him do no trade,β the general said, brightening up. βIf we cannot take the forts we will surround them closely, and no trade can come in and out. Then the white man will have to go away. As to the Fantis we will destroy them, and the white men will have no one to fight for them.β
βBut there are white troops,β Frank said.
βWhite soldiers?β the Ashanti asked surprised. βI thought it was only black soldiers that fought for the whites. The whites are few, they are traders.β
βThe English are many,β Frank said earnestly. βFor every man that the King of Ashanti could send to fight, England could send ten. There are white soldiers, numbers of them, but they are not sent here. They are kept at home to fight other white nations, the French and the Dutch and the Danes, and many others, just as the kings of Africa fight against each other. They are not sent here because the climate kills the whites, so to guard the white traders here we hire black soldiers; but, when it is known in England that the King of Ashanti is fighting against our forts, they will send white troops.β
Ammon Quatia was thoughtful for some time. βIf they
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