It has made a model ruin for future sightseers.
Unhappily the general was ill in bed with slight fever, and had to be carried to another house up the hill in a dhoolie.

This may have encouraged the Boers to think they had killed him.
It was again a bad day for the heliograph, and the Boers have purposely kindled a veldt fire across the line of light.

But I think I got through my thirty words of Christmas greeting to the _Chronicle_.

I tried in vain all day for a Kaffir runner, but in the late afternoon I rode away over the plain, past the racecourse, and through the thorns at the foot of Caesar's Camp, till I almost came in touch with the enemy's piquets at Intombi.

I saw a flock of long-billed waders, like small whimbrel, a great variety of beautiful little doves, and many of that queer bird the natives call Sakonboota, whose tail grows so long in the breeding season that his little wings can hardly lift it above the ground, and he flutters about in the breeze like a badly made kite.