[Illustration:  MRS. BRAMWELL BOOTH]

The following account of one journey taken by Colonel Kitching alone, who was not only his Secretary but his representative in many directions throughout his latest years, shows the loving willingness of an Army Secretary to do and bear anything for Christ’s sake, and, what our Staff Officers generally understand by the words “indefatigable,” and “unconquerable":—­

“After a long journey of thirty hours I reached ——­ railway station, expecting, in the virgin simplicity of my youthful mind, to find his place within sight—­perhaps across a couple of stiles—­instead of which I found that it was thirty-six miles or more—­four hours’ drive in a Cape cart.  The only ‘boy’ at the station with a vehicle was engaged, so I bade him come back again for me as soon as he had got rid of his fare, which he did in something over an hour, although he had said he should be ’back in a second.’  When he did come he was unwilling to take me without his baas’ leave, so we set off to find the baas; he was not at his house nor at his stable; he might be at church.  I went and routed him out of his devotions, finally bargaining with him to take me there and back for L3!

“Now Mr. ——­’s ‘farm’ comprises some eighteen or twenty different farms, of which about 160,000 acres are in one block, and some 80,000 acres more in three or four separate pieces.  Each of these farms is managed by a farmer who is responsible to the top manager, who also has charge of one of the individual farms.  My destination was a farm where Mr. ——­ was believed by the railway people to be that day.

“The first half of the ride we were cooked in the sun; then darkness came on—­black darkness; then some ominous drops of rain, which were soon sheets instead of drops, and such thunder and lightning as I never want to hear or see again in this life.

“I was afraid we should get lost in the dark; for, although it was called a ‘main road,’ it was in reality merely a track—­not that in many places—­with any amount of 1 ft., 2 ft., 3 ft., and 4 ft. holes (no, I draw the line at the 3 ft. holes, upon consideration); but my driver, who dignified himself with the title of ’mail contractor,’ was sure that his horses could find the way in the darkest darkness, as they do the journey each way twice every week.  But when the darkness got so dense that we could not even see the horses except when it lightened, even he grew doubtful, remembered that he himself had not driven them along that road for more than eight months (though his boy had done), and he thought that we had better stand still where we were till the storm was over and the moon rose; but I knew the moon would not rise till 10.30, and we were already about eighteen miles from anywhere!

     “My entreaties that he should proceed met with success, and the
     result that we lost the road twice, got into a deep hole and
     capsized—­the whole caboose.