CHAPTER VII.
IN A REBELLIOUS COLONY--VISIT TO VRYBURG DURING THE BOER OCCUPATION--I PASS OFF AS A DUTCHMAN'S SISTER "The days are so long, and there are so many of them." DU MAURIER.
During the weeks I remained at Mosita, the only book I had to read was "Trilby," which I perused many times, and the lament of the heroine in the line quoted above seemed to re-echo my sentiments.

For days and days we were absolutely without news.

It is impossible after a lapse of time to realize exactly what that short sentence really means.

I must ask my readers to remember that we talked and thought of one topic only; we looked incessantly in the one direction by which messengers might come.
Our nerves were so strained that, did we but see one of the natives running across the yard, or hear them conversing in louder tones than usual, we at once thought there must be news, and jumped up from any occupation with which we were trying to beguile the time, only to sink back on our chairs again disappointed.

As for knowing what was passing in the world, one might as well have been in another planet.