I induced another Kaffir to make the attempt of running the Boer lines.

Mr.McCormick, a Colonial correspondent, also started.

I should go myself, but have no wish to be shut up in Pretoria for the rest of the campaign, cut off from all letters, and more useless even than I am here.

So I spent the afternoon with others, building a sand-bag fort round the tent where Mr.Steevens is to be nursed, beside the river bank.

The five o'clock shells came pretty close, pitching into the Light Horse camp and the main watering ford.