a pound to any one who pledged his word he was sick and in need of it.

Round clustered the innocent local dealers with sick and sorry looks, swearing by any god they could remember that sugar alone would save their lives, paid their fourpences, and then sold the stuff for 2s.
outside the door.
_January 20, 1900._ Again I was on Observation Hill two or three times in the day.

It is impossible to keep away from it long.

The rumble of the British guns was loud but intermittent, but the Boer camps remain where they were.

With us the bombardment continued pretty steadily.