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February 25th 12 years 1 month ago #2374

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1900 - Ladysmith siege day 116 (97%). Mafeking siege day 136 (62%).
1902 - Capture of post at Windhoek, near Van Bhynsdorp.

In Ladysmith:

Nearly all the patients who have passed through the field hospital during the fortnight have been poor fellows shot by snipers in arms or legs. Except when their wounds are being dressed, they lie absolutely quiet, sleeping, or staring into vacancy. They hardly ever speak a word, though the beds are only a foot apart. On my left is the fragment of the sergeant gunner whom I took for a drive. His misfortunes and his cheerful indifference to them make him a man of social importance. He shows with regret how the shell cut in half a marvellous little Burmese lady, whose robes once swept down his arm in glorious blues and reds, but are now lapped over the bone as "flaps."

Another patient was a shaggy, one-eyed old man, between whose feet a Bulwan shell exploded one afternoon as he was walking down the main street. Beyond the shock he was not very seriously hurt, but his calves were torn by iron and stones. He said he was the one survivor of the first English ship that sailed from the Cape with settlers for Natal. He was certainly very old.

On the night of the 22nd a man was brought into the hospital where I lay—also attacked by sunstroke—his temperature 107 degrees, and all consciousness happily gone. It was Captain Walker, the clever Irish surgeon, who has served the Gordons through the siege as no other regiment has been served, making their bill of health the best, and their lines a pleasure to visit. His skill, especially in dysentery, was looked to by many outside the Gordons themselves. Nothing could save him. He was packed in cold sheets, fanned, and watched day and night. For a few moments he knew me, and reminded me of a story we had laughed over. But yesterday evening, after struggling long for each breath, he died—one of the best and most useful men in camp.

If it was fated that I should be laid up for a fortnight or more of the siege it seems that this was about the best time fate could choose. From all the long string of officers, men, telegraph clerks, and civilians, who, with unceasing kindliness have passed beside my bed bringing news and cheering me up, I have heard but one impression, that this has been the dullest and deadliest fortnight of the siege. There has been no attack, no very serious expectation of Buller's arrival. The usual bombardment has gone wearily on. Sometimes six or seven big shells have thundered so close to this little chapel, that the special kind of torture to which I was being subjected had for a time to be interrupted. Really nothing worthy of note has happened, except the building by the Boers of an incomprehensible work beside the Klip at the foot of Bulwan. About 300 Kaffirs labour at it, with Boer superintendents. It is apparently a dam to stop the river and flood out the town. No doubt it is the result of that German specialist's arrival, of which we heard.

On coming to my first bit of bread to-day I found it uneatable. In the fortnight it has degenerated simply to ground mealies of maize—just the same mixture of grit and sticky dough as the peasants in Pindus starve upon. Even this—enough in itself to inflame any English stomach—is reduced to 1/2 lb. a day. As I stood at the gate this afternoon taking my first breath of air, I watched the weak-kneed, lantern-jawed soldiers going round from house to house begging in vain for anything to eat. Yet they say the health of the camp as a whole has improved. This they attribute to chevril.

During my illness, though I cannot fix the exact day, one of the saddest incidents of the siege has happened. My friend Major Doveton, of the Imperial Light Horse, a middle-aged professional man from Johannesburg, who had joined simply from patriotism, was badly wounded in the arm in the great attack of the 6th. Mrs. Doveton applied to Joubert for leave to cross the Boer lines to see her husband, and bring medical appliances and food. The leave was granted, and she came. But amputation was decided upon, and the poor fellow died from the shock. He was a fine soldier, as modest as brave. Often have I seen him out on the hillside with his men, quietly sharing in all their hardships and privations. I don't know why the incident of his wife's passage through the enemy's lines should make his death seem sadder. But it does. On Saturday night I drove away from the hospital in my cart, though still in great pain and hardly able to stand. I was unable to endure the depression of all the hospital sights and sounds and smells any longer. Perhaps the worst of all is the want of silence and darkness at night. The fever and pain both began to abate directly I got home to my old Scot.

In Mafeking:

No heavy shelling yesterday, but firing all night and this morning. Cape Boys in advanced trenches, and Boers, engaged in an argument as to their respective mothers and other female relatives' merits and demerits. The arguments for and against having rapidly degenerated to assertions, shooting began, but as it was merely a personal quarrel no one else interfered, and, indeed, white flags from both sides met within a quarter of a mile of the firing, which continued all day. Our Sunday concert was a great success, and the day being fine was most enjoyable. It is curious what different people buy at the stores, the Europeans buying mainly the necessities of life, while the Kaffir, who has plenty of money, but is only allowed to purchase a limited amount of meal, browses off Pate de Foie Gras, and other similar comestibles. In the afternoon I went to inspect our new gun. She reflects the greatest credit on her builders, the finish and turn-out being quite dandy. She's a smooth bore 5*5, and carries a round shell; we ought to have good fun from her.

Dr David Biggins

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From the diary of William Watson, Ladysmith, February 1900:

This is Sunday. Not much doing. Buller is about five miles off, and has sent a few shells onto Bulwan. the Boer batteries are silent. — My daughter has been to Colonel Stoneman, to try and save her few fowls. She did not get much satisfaction, although she represented to him that her husband had been bed-ridden for the last seven years, and was very ill at the present time, and needed better food than the filthy rations supplied by the military. I don’t think this colonel is a real soldier, but only a commissariat man. — We are in luck again. We managed to get another piece of pork, from Mathew Brown.
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1900 - From the diary of Trooper A J Crosby, Natal Carbineers

Had a good night. The mustard leaf relieved me tremendously. Dull day. Attended morning service at “All Saints”. Slept the whole afternoon and would now like a cup of freshly made tea with milk and sugar, bread and butter and cake. What a treat it would be! Capt. McPherson, principal Chaplain, called to see McVarish. They are arranging a thanksgiving service befitting the occasion in conjunction with Gen. Sir George White. The latter says it will be the great feature of the year 1900 when it really does come off. There will be no doubt as to the sincerity of the thanksgiving. Each day makes it the more distressing for us and renders us weaker. So many are now dying through extreme weakness. The two Doctors who were buried on Friday were at work up to within a day or two of their death. Even the residents of the Town who should be well acclimatized are dying all round. Two sisters (the Misses Allison) have died recently at Brockbanks. A sad incident happened the other day to a young fellow named Shaw of Nottingham Road Squadron, (brother of Mrs. T.F. Carter whose husband, a Solicitor, wrote a narrative on the last Boer War). He was at Intomba Hospital with enteric and suddently became delirious, when without anyone noticing him, slipped out of bed and disappeared, his body being found in the Klip River next day.
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1900 - From the letters writer by Lt Col Park in Ladysmith

I heard last night that the runner who took my little letter for you got through safely, so I hope within a month it will reach you. There is not much news, as it has rained on and off all the last two days, and there has been no signalling, but Buller is said to be advancing in two columns, and the Boers are reported to be deserting in large numbers daily. About 450 wagons were counted going north yesterday, so I think all is going well. There are still three days to the end of the month, and I think it is still possible that we may be relieved by then.
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1900 - From the diary of Miss Bella Craw in Ladysmith

Today the same as every other day, except that I went to Church this evening. Wilfrid a little better today. Poor old Willie Anderson has had to go to bed, the same thing as so many have, a low Camp fever. He has the spare room. Ada looks as though she ought to be in bed.
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Only five miles, at long last!

djb wrote: From the diary of William Watson, Ladysmith, February 1900:

This is Sunday. Not much doing. Buller is about five miles off, and has sent a few shells onto Bulwan. the Boer batteries are silent. — My daughter has been to Colonel Stoneman, to try and save her few fowls. She did not get much satisfaction, although she represented to him that her husband had been bed-ridden for the last seven years, and was very ill at the present time, and needed better food than the filthy rations supplied by the military. I don’t think this colonel is a real soldier, but only a commissariat man. — We are in luck again. We managed to get another piece of pork, from Mathew Brown.

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