| March 
                      8th 1900 My 
                      Dear Mother, Just 
                      a few lines to you in answer to your numerous letters that 
                      I received om the 2nd of March. You don't know what pleasure 
                      it gives me to think that I have been spared to write to 
                      you again, for, dear mother, I must say, that I never witnessed 
                      four such months in the whole of my life, for as you know, 
                      if you have read the papers, that we in Ladysmith have been 
                      surrounded by the enemy, and could not get out, and for 
                      a whole four months have been looking forward to our relief 
                      coming, which it did do on the 28th February, and, dear 
                      mother, it only came just in time, for we was just about 
                      run out of rations, and you can guess what it was like for 
                      we had to eat our own horses. Out of the 520 horses that 
                      we brought with us we have only sixty left. We have eat 
                      all the others, and we was on one little biscuit a day the 
                      latter part of the time, and you would not credit the rubbish 
                      and muck the poor fellows eat, and that is not saying about 
                      the danger we was exposed to all day long, for we was being 
                      fired upon all day long by their big guns which they had 
                      on the hills all round us, for we was in a hollow and they 
                      was on the top of high hills. For the number of shells they 
                      fired at us there should not have been a man left, but I 
                      think the Lord must have been working with us, for most 
                      of the shots found a spare piece of ground. But it was food 
                      we was suffering from mostly and enteric fever, for up to 
                      now, dear mother, we have lost sixty-four out of my Regiment, 
                      and it is the same in every other Regiment. But I don't 
                      know what they are going to do with us now as we have no 
                      horses to go any further up country with, but I don't think 
                      the war will last much longer now as they are just beginning 
                      to see the mistake they made taking on England, but I shall 
                      be only too pleased to get out of it. I always said I should 
                      like to go on active service, but this has fed me up! I 
                      don't want any more of it, but, dear mother, I can't tell 
                      you half of it in here. I shall have to tell you bit by 
                      bit, and then go through the whole thing when I come home. 
                      It might please you to hear that I am alive, so in case 
                      I don't have a chance to write to the others you might let 
                      them know that I am still alive. I will write to you as 
                      often as I can, dear mother. Good-bye! I hope to see you 
                      soon.  |