and keep them in a state of nerves.  The Matabele never knew when Impessa was coming, and the Boers could never lie down to sleep with the assurance that they would not be awakened by the rattle of British musketry and the dread “Reveille” of cold steel.  Here is one instance.  Knowing that the Boers fear the bayonet more than rifle bullets, Baden-Powell determined upon a sortie in which his men should get within striking distance of the large army closing round the town.  One night he sent fifty-three men with orders to use only the bayonet, and this insignificant force crept silently to the enemy’s trenches in the darkness, and scattered six hundred Boers from their laager.  So close to the town were the assaulted trenches of the enemy that the officer’s sudden and thrilling “Charge” rang out distinctly on the night to the ears of those anxiously waiting the result of the sortie in Mafeking.  This gallant attack completely “funked” the Boers, and at two o’clock in the morning, long after the little force had returned triumphantly to the town, they began another fusillade, firing furiously at nothing for a whole hour.  Fight after fight ensued.  Whenever the enemy occupied a position likely to inconvenience the town, Baden-Powell took arms against them, and drove them out.  After several experiences of this kind the Boer lost his temper, and with it all sense of honour.  It is difficult to write without unbridled contempt of their inhuman bombardment of the women and children’s laager in the gallant little town which neither their valour nor cunning could reduce.  Baden-Powell loves children, and few incidents in the siege of Mafeking could be more distressing to those who know the stout-hearted Defender than these cruel bombardments.  His sorrow over the killed and wounded children was of the most poignant character.  One of the officers wrote to his mother during these dark days, saying how the whole garrison was touched to the heart by seeing their Commander nursing terrified children in his arms, and soothing their little fears.  If anything could have stirred that just and honest nature to unholy thoughts of vengeance it would have been the murder of these children; and I doubt not that he will hit the harder and the more relentlessly when he gets at close quarters with his enemy, fired by the thought of those mangled little bodies and the remembrance of their mothers’ agony.  And in addition to the murderous shells of the Boers, typhoid and malaria were at their fell work in the women’s laager; the children’s graveyard just outside the laager extended its sad bounds week by week, and the cheerfulness that marked the beginning of the siege died in men’s hearts.

[Illustration:  Goal-Keeper
    By permission of the “Daily Graphic.”]