manners, apparently still dazed at finding himself a prisoner and amongst rebels; Mr. Cyril Foley, one of the few civilians, and Mr. Harold Grenfell,[7] 1st Life Guards, like boys who expect a good scolding when they get home; and last, but not least, Dr. Jameson, to whom we were introduced.  “What will they do with us?” was the universal question, and on this point we could give them no information; but it can be imagined they were enchanted to see some friendly faces after a fortnight’s incarceration in a Boer prison, during the first part of which time they daily expected to be led out and shot.  I remember asking Dr. Jameson what I think must have been a very embarrassing question, although he did not seem to resent it.  It was whether an express messenger from Johannesburg, telling him not to start, as the town was not unanimous and the movement not ripe, had reached him the day before he left Mafeking.  He gave no direct answer, but remarked:  “I received so many messages from day to day, now telling me to come, then to delay starting, that I thought it best to make up their minds for them, before the Boers had time to get together.”

We were soon hurried on shore, as Mr. Beresford,[8] the 7th Hussars, who had brought the prisoners on board, had to return to the town to make some necessary purchases for them, in the way of clothes, for they possessed nothing but what they stood up in.

We left Durban immediately by train for Pietermaritzburg, where we were the guests of Sir Walter and Lady Hely Hutchinson, at Government House, a very small but picturesque residence where Lady Hely Hutchinson received us most kindly in the absence of her husband, who was in the Transvaal, superintending the departure of the remaining prisoners.  Here we seemed to have left warlike conditions behind us, for the town was agog with the excitement of a cricket-match, between Lord Hawke’s eleven and a Natal fifteen.  On the cricket-field we met again two of our Tantallon Castle fellow-passengers, Mr. Guest and Mr. H. Milner, who had come down from Johannesburg with the cricketers.  We were interested to compare notes and to hear Mr. Milner’s adventures, which really made us smile, though they could hardly have been a laughing matter to him at the time.  He told us that, after twice visiting Captain C. Coventry, who was wounded in the Raid, at the Krugersdorp Hospital without molestation, on the third occasion, when returning by train to Johannesburg, he was roughly pulled out of his carriage at ten o’clock at night, and told that, since he had no passport, he was to be arrested on the charge of being a spy.  In vain did he tell them that only at the last station his passport had been demanded in such peremptory terms that he had been forced to give it up.  They either would not or could not understand him.  In consequence the poor man tasted the delights of a Boer gaol for a whole night, and, worst indignity of all, had for companions two criminals and a crowd of dirty Kaffirs.