[Illustration:  REV.  THOMAS MURRAY.

(By permission of Mr. M. Jacolette, of Dover.)]

=Mr. Murray’s Description of the Fight with Enteric Fever.=

Mr. Murray, of the Scotch Free Church, bravely struggled on.  At one time he was left single-handed.  The admiration of the other chaplains for this man was great indeed.  He seemed to lead a charmed life, and though he rapidly aged during the siege, he never gave up.  He was overworked and half-starved, but he always had a cheery word for every one.  He tells the story himself with characteristic modesty in The Church of Scotland Home and Foreign Mission Record.  Let us listen to him:—­

’Very soon enteric fever and dysentery appeared among the troops, and the daily morning train from Ladysmith brought ever fresh batches of patients.  The hospital camp grew rapidly.  The maximum number was nearly 1,900, but for many weeks the daily average was 1,700.  Unhappily, of the four Church of England chaplains, two were at an early stage laid aside by sickness, and for more than five weeks the whole of the work fell to one Church of England chaplain and myself.  We worked hand in hand.  It was not a question of “religion,” but wherever spiritual help was needed, there one of us was found.  Our first work each day was the burial of the dead.  Daily, for three long months, all of us might be seen heading the dismal procession of six, or ten, or fifteen, and on one occasion of nineteen dead, whom we were conducting to their last resting-place.  That duty over, the remainder of the day was busily employed in ministering to the sick and dying in the numerous hospital marquees.  On Sunday we did what we could to hold services in these marquees, but it was impossible on any one day to overtake all.  There was, however, each Sunday afternoon an open-air service at which convalescent patients could be present.

=Work Among the Refugees.=

     ’Besides the work I have just described, I had another piece of
     work unexpectedly cut out for me, which was full of interest and
     rich in good fruits.

’Close by our hospital camps was a civilian camp, where dwelt in tents or in rude shanties several hundreds of refugees.  There were well-to-do farmers and their families, driven from their homes in Upper Natal; railway people, station-masters, guards, clerks, etc.; miners from Glencoe and Dundee; and not a few people from Ladysmith itself.  The greater number of these were Scotch, and it was natural that I should take spiritual charge of them, for they were out in the wilderness, sheep without a shepherd.  Every Sunday morning at ten o’clock, and Sunday evening at seven o’clock, I held an open-air service for them, the convalescent from the military camps attending likewise.  It was a sight I shall never forget, to see these homeless ones sitting round me on the veldt, listening to the preaching