“Our right section, that is, the other half of the Battery, from which we had been separated ever since Stellenbosch, had trained on a day ahead of us, and were now already encamped, so we marched up and joined our lines to theirs, pitched our tents, and once more the Battery was united.  And what a curious meeting it was!  Half of them were unrecognizable with beards and sunburn, as were many of us, I suppose.  What yarns we had!  All that day, in the intervals between fatigues, and far into the night, in the humming tents.  Jacko was with them.  He had been lost on the journey, but came on by a later train very independently.”

We all had a presentiment of evil, and, as it turned out, we were kept nearly a month at Bloemfontein, while still reports of victories came in.  Yet news was very scarce, and had we known it, the period was only just beginning, of that long, irregular warfare, by which the two provinces had to be conquered, when the brilliancy of Roberts’s meteoric march to Pretoria was past.  We were to take our small share in work as necessary and arduous as any in these latter stages of the war.

Meanwhile we were now a complete battery, and worked hard at our drill as such, though there was very little to learn after our long training in Cape Colony.  We kept our spirits up, though the time was a depressing one.  Mortality was high in Bloemfontein at that time, in spite of the healthy, exhilarating climate.  A good many of us had to go into hospital, but we were fortunate enough to lose no lives through illness.

Here are some extracts from my diary:—­

“May 24.—­Queen’s Birthday.—­The guns went to a review, and got high praise for their turn out.  The rest of us exercised on stripped saddles, trotting over bare flat ground, with sparse grass on it, the greatest contrast to the Piquetberg Road country.

“In the evening Williams and I and some others wandered off to try and get a wash.  We prowled over the plain and among the camps asking the way to water, and carrying our towels and soap, and finally stumbled over a trough and a tap.  The water here is unfit for drinking, and we are forbidden to drink it except boiled.

“May 28.—­Riding exercise again; a long and jolly ride round the country.  Half-way we did cavalry exercises for some time, which, when every man has a led horse, and many two of them, is rather a rough game.  I was riding Williams’s Argentine, Pussy, a game little beast, but she got very worried and annoyed over wheeling and forming fours and sections.  Directly we got back and had off-saddled we fell in, and one out of four was allowed to go down to town and see the Proclamation of Annexation read.  I was lucky enough to be picked, tumbled into proper dress, and hurried down just in time.  The usual sight as I passed the cemetery, thirteen still forms on stretchers in front of the gate, wrapped in the rough service blanket, waiting