I don't know what has become of a kitten which he used to carry about with him in a basket when he went to spend the day under the shelter of the river bank.
_November 20, 1899._ "Gentlemen," said Sir George White to his Staff, "we have two things to do--to kill time and to kill Boers--both equally difficult." The siege is becoming intolerably tedious.

It is three weeks to-day since "Black Monday," when the great disaster befell us, and we seem no nearer the end than we were at first.

We console ourselves with the thought that we are but a pawn on a great chessboard.

We hope we are doing service by keeping the main Boer army here.

We hope we are not handed over for nothing to _ennui_ enlivened by sudden death.