"But now," he said, "we can only leave it to God.

If it is His will that the Transvaal perish, we can only do our best." At Zandspruit, the scene of the old Sand River Convention, the whole Boer camp crowded to the station to greet the national hero, and he was at once surrounded by a herd of farmers, shaking his hands and patting him warmly on the back.

It was a respectful but democratic greeting.

The Boer Army--if for a moment we may give that name to an unorganised collection of volunteers--is entirely democratic.

The men are nominally under field cornets, commanders, and the General.