“By the way, I am parted from all my kit at present.  Having had no saddle, I have been used to put it on the transport waggon of our sub-division, but this went with the other section for some inscrutable reason, or rather didn’t go, for it was wrecked by a train when crossing the line.  I heard vaguely that the contents were saved and sent on with the right section, but am quite prepared to find it is lost.  Not that I miss it much.  One wants very little really, in this sort of life.  Fortunately I kept back my cloak and blanket.  A lovely night to-night:  Williams and I have given up tents as too crowded, and sleep under the gun; to-night we have built a rampart of scrub round it, as there is a fresh wind.

“March 28.—­Marching order parade at eight.  I was told to turn out as a mounted gunner, which is a very jolly job.  You have a single mount and ride about as ground-scout, advance-guard, rear-guard, etc.  We had a route-march over the pass through the mountains, a lovely ride, reminding me of the Dordogne.  We came out into a beautiful valley the other side, with a camp of some Highlanders:  here we fed and watered ourselves and horses and then marched home.  My kit turned up from Matjesfontein.

“It strikes me that I have given very few actual details of our life and work, so, as I have got two hours to myself, I will try and do it more exactly.

“Reveille sounds at 5.30, and ‘stables’ at six, with the first gleam of dawn; horses are now fed, and then groomed for half an hour.  From this point the days differ.  Here is the sketch of a marching order day, from a driver’s point of view.  To resume, then:—­From 6.30 we have half an hour to pack kits, that is to say, to roll the cloak and strap it on the riding saddle, pack the off saddle with spare boots and rolls made up of a waterproof sheet, blanket, harness-sheets, spare breeches, muzzles, hay-nets, etc., and finally to buckle on filled nose-bags and our mess-tins, and strap horse-blankets under the saddles.  His stable-kit and the rest of a driver’s personal belongings are carried in four wallets, two on each saddle.

“At seven, breakfast—­porridge, coffee, and bread, and sometimes jam.  Our tent has a mess-subscription, and adds any extras required from the canteen.  But we always fare well enough without this, for the Captain thinks as much of the men as of the horses, and is often to be seen tasting and criticizing at the cooks’ fire.

“At 7.30 ‘boot and saddle’ sounds, and in half an hour your horses have to be ready-harnessed and yourself dressed in ‘marching order,’ that is to say, wearing helmet, gaiters, belt, revolver, haversack, water-bottle, and leg-guard.

“At eight ‘hook in’ is ordered; teams are hooked together and into the guns and waggons.  ‘Mount the detachment’ and gunners take their seats.  ‘Prepare to mount’ (to the drivers) followed by ‘Mount,’ ‘Walk March,’ and you are off.  We always go first to the watering-place, a sandy pool in the river, unhook and water the horses.  Then we either march away, and drill and exercise over the veldt, or go for a route-march to some distance.  The weather is always hot, and often there is a dust-storm raging, filling eyes, ears, and mouth, and trying the temper sorely.