1900 -
Private Radcliffe (or Ratcliffe), of the 1st Canadian Mounted Rifles, was killed in action today.
Private Archibald Radcliffe was killed in action when khaki-clad Boers lured him and three other dragoons into a trap killing two of them as they fought their way out. He was 21 years of age.
(Research by Bill Stevens, and published in the March 2005 newsletter of The Historical Society of St. Catherines.)
He's remembered on a plaque in St Catherines, Ontario.
1901 -
A daring exploit by Lieutenant Arthur Grant, of the 12th Lancers.
Middelburg (Cape Colony), Thursday.......
....Further details have been received here regarding Lieut. Grant's exploit against a portion of Scheepers' commando on the 23rd inst. Lieut. Grant, in charge of the escort of Colonel Atherton's baggage, was riding with the vanguard at nine o'clock in the evening, when, at the far side of a nek, he came suddenly upon a picket of 30 Boers on the road. At the same time he saw Scheepers' laager to the right of the road. Giving orders to the sergeant-major to form up the wagons and hold the nek with one troop, he dashed through the picket, thinking that the second troop, for which he had sent back orders, was following. The order, however, had miscarried, and when Lieut. Grant stopped on the road on the far side of the picket and the laager he found himself alone. The Boers, who were badly scared, broke and fled in confusion. As they passed Lieutenant Grant shouted 'Hands up." Three of them surrendered, and of the three others who refused Lieut. Grant shot two dead and wounded the third. By this time the enemy had recovered themselves, and Lieut. Grant was surrounded and captured and taken to an adjoining house. The Boers were greatly excited, and a good deal of wild firing occurred among themselves, with the result that one Boer was killed and several were wounded. They also shot and wounded a number of their horses. At midnight the whole Boer force hurriedly retired, leaving Lieut. Grant sleeping in the house. Next morning Lieut. Grant brought on the convoy safely, after burying the two Boers whom he had killed.
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....The young officer who performed the above plucky exploit is Mr Arthur Grant, younger of Monymusk, son of Sir Arthur Grant, Bart. Lieutenant Grant is just 22, his majority having been celebrated at Monymusk almost exactly a year ago while he was absent in South Africa. When hostilities commenced in South Africa, Mr Grant was sent to the front with his regiment, the 12th Royal Lancers, and the regiment has been engaged continuously in many important actions. Although Mr Grant is so young an officer, he has now seen much active service and come through many privations—officers and men sharing together without complaint the hardships as well as the perils of the campaign. For a time he was laid aside with fever, but his great anxiety was to return to duty as soon as permission could be got. What the 12th Lancers have had to undergo is shown by the sad fact of their losing their brave commanding officer, the Earl of Airlie, who had gained the reputation of being one of the finest cavalry officers in the army; one of their field officers, Major Ralli; and one of the subalterns, Mr Keswick, to whose first lieutenancy Mr Grant was promoted. He has had many hairbreadth escapes before the present one. Shortly after he went out to the front he ventured too near the enemy while out scouting and sketching, and had to make a dash for the camp with half a dozen Boers after him firing as fast as they could. In the course of his gallop for the camp Lieutenant Grant came to a wire fence which stopped his horse, and it was only with the greatest difficulty that he succeeded in clearing it and getting away from the Boers, who had come close up to him in the meantime. On many other occasions pluck and good luck have combined to carry him successfully cut of tight corners. Sir Arthur and Lady Grant are to be congratulated on the magnificent feat of their eldest son, one of the most daring of the war. His younger brother is also an officer at the front who has done gallant service.
....It may be recollected that the tenants desired to have a proper celebration of Mr Grant's coming of age, and to hold it on 14th September last year, the natal day, and also to offer to him some permanent testimony of the regard n which he is held ; but they felt that public rejoicings would be out of place while he was daily exposed to danger on the field of battle, and that any festivity would be shorn of its happiness without the presence of the young heir. Mr Grant's kindly frank, unassuming ways have won for him the esteem of everyone on the property, both tenants and servants. Coming as a little boy to the parish, he grew up among them, and has shown how constant was the pleasure he had in spending his holidays roaming about with his gun through the woods and over the purple, heather-clad hills, and they were all sorry that, being so young, he should have had to undergo so many hardships and should have been laid aside for a time with illness.
....The tenants of Monymusk very sincerely sympathised with Sir Arthur and Lady Grant in their long-continued anxiety, especially during those dark days in December and January. It has been mentioned that the regiment may be sent to India when its work at the front is finished, but the parishioners of Monymusk trust that if this should be the case Mr Grant may at get some short leave before going to India, so as to be at home for a little while, when they shall not be behind in testifying the honour in which they hold him for his work in the field, and in showing the esteem with which he is regarded for his own fine, gentlemanly character. He and his younger brother are all Sir Arthur and Lady Grant's family; and their being both at the seat of war is an instance of the anxiety felt throughout the homes of our country—an anxiety that cannot be laid aside as long as any fighting continues. The parishioners desired to send a telegram of congratulation to Mr Grant so as to reach him on the morning of his 21st birthday, but were assured that there was not the least chance of its reaching him. A largely-attended meeting was held, and its chairman wrote Mr Grant conveying to him the tenants' expression of personal regard, and regretting that their hearty wishes for his happiness and safe return could not reach him when he awoke to find himself one-and-twenty. Their trust is that "the roof-tree of Monymusk," on whom so many hopes centre, may be preserved from danger, and that after a few years Mr Grant may make a home for himself in their midst beside his father, whom they also congratulated upon the coming of age of his son—no eldest son as direct heir of the property having done so for more than 100 years.
The Aberdeen Journal, Saturday 28th September 1901
www.findagrave.com/memorial/142436753/arthur-grant
The House of Monymusk (photo by Greg Stringham)