And then I see a speech of Buller’s explaining that the war is being carried on by a few mercenaries and coerced men, and that it is in no sense a patriotic war.  He is emphatic on this point and his audience cheer him.  One realises the difficulty of getting you to understand.  The breaking up of the big commandoes and the change to guerilla tactics, in which every man fights on his own account, shows in a way there is no mistaking that it is the personal wish of each man to fight out the quarrel to the last.  It is just because they are so individually keen that this sort of warfare of theirs is so hard to cope with.  These men are uncoerced.  Spontaneously and one by one they turn out to fight us as soon as we show ourselves in their neighbourhood, and all the suffering we can inflict only serves to harden their resolution.

Yet we certainly inflict a great deal.  Boer families usually average up to a dozen.  They stick together, and grow up on their farms, which are of enormous extent, and which they get to love with the instinctive force of people who have never seen any other place.  Love of family and love of home are their two ruling affections.  The household life of a big family on a 20,000 acre farm—­three and often four generations represented—­is usually uninterrupted for weeks at a time by the sight of a strange face or a bit of outside news.  Their lives are altogether bound up, in their serene and stolid way, with each other and with their homes.  Anything that breaks up a family is felt by them more grievously than would be the case with most people; and, in the same way, anything that severs them from “the land” would be more profoundly felt too.  It amounts to an entire dislocation of their ideas of life.

This must make the war at present very hard to bear.  “My dear husband and child and brothers” are away fighting.  One or two of them very likely killed by this time, or in Ceylon or St. Helena.  “And as for the others who are still in the field, we are in constant terror of hearing the bad news, which we know, if the war continues, must some day come.”  So the family is quite broken up, and now the home is being destroyed and the occupants carried off, so that altogether the chances of ever renewing the old life again in the old place seem very remote indeed.

All this should be enough to break Boer hearts, and there is no doubt they feel it very much.  I can recall many scenes and incidents which show that—­scenes which, if you saw them out of your peaceful, natural life, you would perhaps be never able to forget.  But yet, in spite of all they have to suffer, their determination remains just the same.  Anything like loud lamentations or complaints are almost unheard.  They rise to the occasion, and though naturally a very simple people, who express openly what they feel, they act now in this crisis with a constant composure which I have often thought most remarkable.