Staff-Quarter-Master-Sergeant Luchford, for instance, writes a letter which is a sample of scores of others:—­’On Tuesday last I managed to get the brethren together for a fellowship meeting, and a very blessed and helpful time we had, as each told out of the fulness of his heart how great things the Lord had done for his soul.  Last Sunday we also got together for an hour and pleaded with God for an outpouring of His Spirit upon the congregation assembled for the service.  One young fellow of the R.A. was very deeply impressed, and I trust that the next news I hear is that he has surrendered to the conquering power of the Holy Spirit.’

=Stirring Events Related by Mr. Watkins.=

In the camp with his men Mr. Watkins was having stirring times.  His was the excitement and dash, and when there was any fighting, he was sure to be near.  He narrates some strange experiences in the Methodist papers.  We venture to quote one or two paragraphs from the Methodist Recorder.

’On December 7, there was a brilliant attack by the British on Gun Hill, where three of the Boer guns were captured.  This brilliant attack was made by Colonial volunteers, led by Sir Archibald Hunter, and was entirely successful.  The next morning there was a further attempt by the cavalry to cut the telegraph wires and tear up the railway which brought the Boers’ supplies.  This, however, was not so successful.  The Boers were ready for our men, and they suffered severely.  Then came the chaplain’s opportunity.

’Hearing that there were wounded still lying on the field, I hastened off to see if I could be of any use, and had not gone far before I met a young medical officer, who had galloped in under a heavy fire.  He told me that out in the open Captain Hardy (Medical Officer of the 18th Hussars) was lying in a hole with a severely wounded man, whom he could not get in because the firing was so hot.  So, having with me a Red Cross flag, we turned our horses’ heads and rode out to their assistance.  For the first few seconds the bullets flew fast around us, but as soon as our flag was seen the firing ceased, we released our friends from their uncomfortable predicament, and sent back the wounded man in a dhooli.

’We were then met by two armed burghers carrying a white flag, who told us of yet other wounded lying in their lines, and offered to guide us to them.  Under their care we penetrated right behind the firing line of the enemy, who were holding the ridge now between us and the town, and firing heavily.  Here we found two of our gallant fellows dead—­shot through the head—­and several wounded men, and it was not long before the dhoolis we had brought with us were full.  The burghers had shown every kindness to the wounded; each man had been provided with food and drink, and nothing could exceed the courtesy shown towards ourselves by these men, who were in the very act of firing on our comrades.