In the afternoon we had one of the worst I have seen.
The sand and dust and dry filth, gathered up by the hot west wind from the plain of the old camp, swept in a continuous yellow cloud along the road and down into the ravine.

It blotted out the sun, it blinded horses and men, it covered the wounded with a thick layer.

I have described its horrible effects before.

Imagine what it is like to have a hospital under such conditions, practically unsheltered--to extract bullets, to staunch blood, to amputate.

One admires the Boers as a race fighting for their freedom, soon to be overthrown on behalf of a mongrel pack of speculators and other scoundrels.