The sick still average thirty a day, and there were 320 cases of enteric at Intombi Camp last night.

Mr.
Steevens has it, and his friends were busy all morning, moving him to better quarters.

Major Henderson is about again.

The Roentgen Rays did not discover the bicycle shot in his leg, and the doctors have decided to leave it there.
It was disappointing to hear that the Kaffir runner I sent with an account of the night attack on Surprise Hill had been captured by the Boers and robbed of his papers.

I had hopes of that boy; he wore no trousers.