black-coated old gentleman inside be Oom Paul himself?  It is significant that the big gun of Bulwan did some extraordinary shooting during the day.  It threw one shell right into the old camp; another sheer over the Irish at Range Post; both were aimed at nothing but simply displayed the gun’s full range; another pointed out the position of the Naval battery, and whilst I was at lunch in the town, another whizzed past and carried away one side of the Town Hall turret.  I envy the gunner’s feelings, though for the moment I thought he had killed my horse at the door.  The Town Hall is now really picturesque, just the sort of ruin visitors will expect to see after a bombardment.  With a little tittifying it will be worth thousands to the Colonials.

[Illustration:  A PICTURESQUE RUIN.]

The day was cool and cloudy; fair shelling weather, but bad for heliographs.  So my Christmas message is still delayed.  A certain lieutenant (whom I know, but may not name) went out under flag of truce with a letter to the Boer General, and was admitted even into Schalk Burger’s tent.  The Boer gave him some details of Buller’s disaster last Friday, and of the loss of the ten guns, which they said came up within heavy rifle fire and were disabled.  They especially praised one officer who refused to surrender, fired all his revolver’ cartridges, drew his sword, and would have fallen had not the Boers attacked him only with the butt, determined to spare the life of so brave a man.  I give the story:  its truth will be known by this time.

Sickness continues.  There are 900 cases of enteric in Intombi.  A sister from the camp came and besought Colonel Stoneman with tears to stop the shameful robbery of the sick which goes on in the camp.  The blame, of course, does not lie with him or the authorities here.  The supplies are sent out regularly day by day.  It is in the careless or corrupt distribution that the sick are robbed and murdered by a mob of cowardly Colonials of the rougher class, who had not enough courage to stay in the town, and now turn their native talent for swindling to the plunder of brave men who are suffering on their behalf.

A deputation of mayor and town councillors waited on Colonel Ward to-day.  The petitioners humbly prayed that the bathing parties of soldiers below the town on Sundays might be stopped, because they shocked the feelings of the women.  For a mixture of hypocrisy and heartlessness I take that deputation to be unequalled.  The soldiers are exposed all the week long, day and night, to sun and cold and dirt, on rocks and hill-tops where it is impossible even to dip their hands in water.  On Sunday the Boers seldom fire.  The men are marched down in companies under the officers to bathe, and to any decent man or woman the sight of their pleasure is one of the few joys of the campaign.  But those who think nothing of charging a soldier 6d. for a penny bottle of soda-water, or 2s. for twopenn’orth of cake, tremble for the feelings of their wives and daughters.  Why do the women go to look? as Colonel Ward asked, in his indignant refusal even to listen to the petition.  Sunday is the one day when they can stay at home with safety, and leave their husbands to skulk in the river holes if they please.