’During the day, as Mr. Huskisson was helping a wounded man back to the hospital, he had a very narrow shave of being shot.  The wounded man had his arm round Mr. Huskisson’s neck for support, and as they were walking back to the rear a Mauser bullet shot off the tip of the man’s finger, as it was resting on Mr. Huskisson’s shoulder.  Had there not been the weight of the man’s arm to depress the body this would have resulted in a nasty wound in the shoulder.  At another time the case of field glasses hanging by his side was hit by a bullet.

’Our workers could often see that they were specially aimed at by the Boers, as the moment they raised their heads a small volley of bullets would fly all around them.  Sometimes they had to lie down for long periods, on account of this.  At one stage of the battle, one of our men was lying down behind a tree, and a sharpshooter was perched in another tree.  If even the foot was moved an inch or two beyond the tree a bullet would come with a “ping,” and a little puff of dust would show how keenly every movement was watched.

=Singing though Wounded.=

’While helping one wounded man, Mr. Huskisson heard his name called out, and looking round, saw the face of one of the men who had been converted in our Soldiers’ Home at Wynberg, some years ago.  Going up to the lad he said:—­

     ’"Are you wounded?”

     ’"Yes,” said the man, “but praise God it is not in my head.”

     ’A bullet had gone right through the back of his neck, and though
     he was bleeding profusely he was humming a chorus to himself.

     ’Later on a Major came up and said to Mr. Huskisson—­“Do you know
     that lad?”

     ’On hearing that he did, the Major said, “He is the most chirpy man
     that has been in the dressing-room to-day; he was brought in
     singing a hymn.”

’When Mr. Huskisson turned away from him, he left him still humming one of our favourite choruses; and an unconverted man was heard to say later on, “A chap coming in like that to the dressing-room does more good than anything else, as he keeps the fellows’ spirits up so.”

’There were, of course, many terribly sad sights—­enough to make our men feel as if war could hardly ever be justifiable.  One poor Highlander was lying dying, and on our men asking him if he knew God, received no answer; but on repeating the question the dying man said that he did once, but he had evidently grown cold in his love to Christ.  It was such a cheer to be able to point out, that though his feelings towards God had changed, yet God’s feelings and love toward him had not changed!’

Events like these differentiate this war from many other wars.  They are an eloquent testimony to the force of Christianity.  They disclose the power of a supreme affection towards Christ.  They declare that the most toilsome duty can be transformed by love into the most blessed privilege.  They show that there is no compulsion but the compulsion of love in the Christian workers’ orders, so often sung,—­