The Boer was gone, but the wife was still at his side.
Those Reformers detested that Boer prison; they were not used to cramped quarters and tedious hours, and weary idleness, and early to bed, and limited movement, and arbitrary and irritating rules, and the absence of the luxuries which wealth comforts the day and the night with.

The confinement told upon their bodies and their spirits; still, they were superior men, and they made the best that was to be made of the circumstances.

Their wives smuggled delicacies to them, which helped to smooth the way down for the prison fare.
In the train Mr.B.told me that the Boer jail-guards treated the black prisoners--even political ones--mercilessly.

An African chief and his following had been kept there nine months without trial, and during all that time they had been without shelter from rain and sun.

He said that one day the guards put a big black in the stocks for dashing his soup on the ground; they stretched his legs painfully wide apart, and set him with his back down hill; he could not endure it, and put back his hands upon the slope for a support.