The AA Upfill-Brown Collection

The important medal to Captain Frederick Fitzgerald who was one of Major Wilson's patrol killed at Shangani River

BRITISH SOUTH AFRICA COMPANY MEDAL 1890-97, reverse Matabeleland 1893 (Capt. F. Fitzgerald, Victoria Col.), minor edge nick, otherwise extremely fine

This lot was sold as part of a special collection, The AA Upfill-Brown Collection.

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Captain Frederick Fitzgerald was a native of King Williamstown, Cape, and was described as 'the very best type of colonial soldier, long and lean with a charming smile, a good shot and a splendid horseman. ' He attested on 1 January 1890 and served in E Troop at Macloustie. He was promoted Sergeant on 22 May 1891, and Sergeant-Major at Tuli Depot on15 September 1891, taking his discharge on 11 December of that year. Later, as a Sub-Inspector he was in charge of the Mashonaland Mounted Police at Fort Victoria, where in 1893 he assisted Major Allan Wilson in training, drilling and equipping the Victoria Rangers, of which as a Captain, he commanded No. 1 Troop in the Matabele War in 1893. He is reported to have done excellent work throughout the campaign and was mentioned by Major P. W. Forbes, commanding the column, for special services.

Frederick Burnham, the American scout, later Chief of Scouts under Lord Roberts, was the last man to leave the beleaguered patrol before their final stand at Shangani River. In his book 'Scouting on Two Continents'he describes a discussion of the senior officers with Wilson before that fateful day on the 4th December, 1893:

'It had now stopped raining. Captains Judd, Kirton, Fitzgerald, Greenfield and Brown gathered with us round Wilson. The first threewere experienced colonials, and Wilson asked each what he thought to be the best move. 'Kirton, with a bitter smile, said: "There is no best move. " Fitzgerald said: "We are in a hell of a fix. There is only one thing to do, cut our way out. Judd said: "This is the end.
Picking up the threads of the grim story, we are told by Majors Forbes and SirJohn Willoughby that, after crossing the river and following the king's spoor, Major Wilson and his men reached a series of scherms, or temporary encampments protected by felled bush or trees. These scherms were filled with Matabele, who, however, offered no resistance, probably because they did not know the strength of the whites, or believed them to be but the advance guard of a larger body. So the Patrol rode on till they reached the royal scherm, within which the king's waggons were dimly visible in the gathering gloom. Here a halt was called, and Lobengula summoned to surrender. The reply was an ominous rattle of arms within the reed fence, while parties of Matabele, rifle in hand, came hurrying up from the rear. With so small a force nothing could be done, and the Patrol withdrew into the bush, Captain Napier and Troopers Robertson and Mayne being sent for reinforcements. These in due time appeared in the form of Captain Borrow with eighteen mounted men. A miserable night was passed under arms in the drenching rain, and when day at length dawned, Major Wilson decided to make one more dash for the king, with the tragic result which will not soon be forgotten in South Africa. From the start the Patrol was outnumbered, and almost as soon as the attack began, Ingram, Burnham, and Gooding had to be sent to cross the river, if that were possible, to ask for further support. That support, however, never arrived, and Burnham's first breathless remark to Major Forbes, after reaching the main body, was 'I think I may say we are the sole survivors of that party. '
The Shangani had risen in flood, added to which Major Forbes was himself attacked in force on the way down to the river. Either of these circumstances was enough to prevent the arrival of succour in time to save the doomed men to whom the last chance of escape was lost. To the end, however, there was no thought of surrender, no request for quarter. They resolved to show the Matabele that the white man could play a losing as well as a winning game. Taking cover behind the dead bodies of their horses, with an iron calmness they fought on for two long hours, pouring a destructive fire into their encircling foes, and coolly singling our the Indunas for their aim. One by one, however, they sank under the heavy fire from the bush, but many of the wounded continued, so the natives say, to re-load and pass their rifles to their uninjured comrades. Again and again the Matabele would issue from their cover to attempt a conclusive charge, but again and again were repulsed with a well-directed fire; upon which Wilson and his men would wake the echoes with an undismayed, defiant cheer. But at last the end came. Of the thirty-four valiant men whose hearts beat high with hope and courage as they rode behind their leader in the early dawn that morning, only one remained erect; the rest lay prone, dead or dying, upon that 'field of honour. ' The name of the one man who stood at bay against an army of Matabele will never be known; his remains could not be identified. But the natives tell that, picking up several rifles and bandoliers, this hero amongst heroes made his way to an ant-heap some twenty yards from where the rest lay stretched upon the earth. From that point of vantage he checked, single-handed, several rushes of the Matabele with a cool and deadly fire. At length, shot through the hips, he sank on his knees, but continued to load and fire until he succumbed to his wounds. Then, and not till then, the Matabele came out from the bush, but on reaching the hallowed circle where the Patrol lay side by side, were fired upon by several of the unconquerable wounded who were still alive. So great had been the terror and demoralisarion inspired by the desperate bravery of the Patrol, that when the revolvers rang out the natives turned and fled precipitately into the bush; and it was not till several hours later-'when the sun was right overhead, ' as the Matabele tell the tale-that they again ventured to leave their cover. But by this time death had mercifully come to the wounded, and as the native warriors gazed upon the forms of their fallen foes there was silence.