Not a crumb of it all did the sick ever receive.

Everything disappeared _en route_--stolen by officials, or sold to greedy Colonials for whom the sick had fought.

It is a small point, but characteristic of the whole affair.
_December 28, 1899._ The night was wet and pitchy dark.

Only by the help of the lightning I had stumbled and plunged home to bed, when at about eleven a perfect storm of rifle-fire suddenly swept along the ridges at our end of the town.

Rushing out I saw the edges of the hills twinkle with lines of flashes right away to Gun Hill and Bulwan.