eagerness for work, and verily there was enough for him to do.  At one time he was assisted by the Canadian chaplain, and latterly by the chaplain of the Australian contingent.  But month by month he went his weary round of hospital visitation alone.  He buried the dead, wrote letters home to the friends of the dying and the dead, and performed faithfully and well all the many tasks in a chaplain’s routine.  At one time there were at least a hundred Canadians down with enteric at Orange River.  The Australian hospital was also crowded.

The monotony of work must have been terribly trying.  It was not for him to know anything of the excitement of the battle.  It was only his to witness the horrors of the carnage.  His pulses did not thrill at sights of deeds of daring on the field.  He only saw the train-loads of wounded all smeared with dust and blood, and heard the groans that told of agony.  But when the day of reward shall come, the quiet, earnest work of such as he will not be forgotten, and the great Head of the Church will say, ‘Well done.’  No wonder after eight months of such work as this his nerves gave way, and he was obliged to return home.

At Orange River, too, the Soldiers’ Christian Association did good work.  Messrs. Glover, Fotheringham, and Ingram were the means of leading scores of men to Christ.  Dr. Barrie, of the Canadian contingent, who was temporarily attached to the hospital, gave several addresses, which were much appreciated, and conducted a weekly Bible Class.  Later Messrs. Charteris and Bird were in charge of the tent, and tell the same blessed story of nightly effort and nightly success.

=Experiences at Arundel and Colesberg.=

From De Aar, Naauwport, and Arundel we have before us several graphic letters from the Rev. M.F.  Crewdson, late of Johannesburg.  Mr. Crewdson is a Wesleyan minister, and for conspicuous service on the field was appointed acting chaplain.  His hospital stories are full of point and pathos.  He tells of one man with twenty-two shell wounds, and yet living and cheerful; of another with a hole as big as a hand in his leg, and another big hole in his arm, and yet refusing to grumble, and professing himself quite comfortable.  Of this man an Australian said, ’He exasperates me; he never has any pain.’  He pictures to us a corporal seeing to the comfort of his men and horses, and then, by way of a change, teaching his men the ditty—­

    ‘Life is too short to quarrel.’

[Illustration:  ARUNDEL.]

From Colesberg we have a graphic letter from the Rev. E. Bottrill.  He refers to the imprisonment by the Boers of the resident Wesleyan minister, the Rev. A.W.  Cragg, whose health suffered severely from his three months’ confinement.  He tells of earnest work in that town so difficult to capture, of splendid parade services, and of an extemporised Soldiers’ Home in the Wesleyan Church.  At Arundel there was a tent of the S.C.A. and another at Enslin, and at each of these good work was done.