A shallow ditch was pointed out to us by the driver, as the boundary between Her Majesty’s colony and the South African Republic, and after another eight or ten miles we saw a few white roofs and trees, which proved to be Otto’s Hoep, in the Malmani Gold District, from which locality great things had been hoped in bygone days, before the Rand was ever thought of.  At the tiny hotel we found several officers and men of the Imperial Light Horse, who, warned by a telephone message from Mafeking, had ordered us an excellent hot lunch.  The proprietor, of German origin, could do nothing but stare at us while we were eating the meal, apparently amazed at finding his house reopened after so many months of inactivity, and that people were actually prepared to pay for what they had.  We soon pushed on again, and just after leaving the hotel a sharp turn brought us to a really wide river, close to where the Imperial Light Horse were encamped.  Our driver turned the horses’ heads towards it, and without any misgivings we plunged in.  The water grew deeper and deeper, and our thoughts flew to our portmanteaus, tied on behind, which were practically submerged.  Just then the leaders took it into their heads they preferred not to go any farther, and forthwith turned round and faced us.  The black coachman, however, did not lose his head, but pulled the wheelers round also, and we soon found ourselves again on the same bank from which we had started.  Had it not been for a kind trooper of the Imperial Light Horse, our chances of getting across would have been nil.  This friend in need mounted a loose horse, and succeeded in coaxing and dragging our recalcitrant leaders, and forcing them to face the rushing stream.  Once again our portmanteaus had a cold bath, but this time we made a successful crossing, and went gaily on our way.  The road was now much improved and the country exceedingly pretty.  Many snug little houses, sheltered by rows of cypress, tall eucalyptus and huge orange-trees laden with yellow fruit, their gardens intersected by running brooks, appeared on all sides; while in the distance rose a range of blue hills, at the foot of which we could perceive the roofs of Zeerust.

As the sun was almost sinking, clouds of dust arose on the road in front, denoting a large body of men or waggons moving.  A few weeks—­nay, days—­ago these would have been a burgher commando; now we knew they were our friends, and presently we met Major Weston Jarvis and his dust-begrimed squadron of the Rhodesian Regiment, followed by a large number of transport waggons, driven cattle, and donkeys.  This living testimony that war was still present in the land only disturbed the peaceful evening landscape till the long line of dust had disappeared; then all was stillness and beauty once more.  The young moon came out, the stars twinkled in the dark blue heavens, and suddenly, below the dim range of hills, shone first one light and then another; while away to the left, on higher ground, camp-fires, softened