The usual bombardment has gone wearily on.

Sometimes six or seven big shells have thundered so close to this little chapel, that the special kind of torture to which I was being subjected had for a time to be interrupted.
Really nothing worthy of note has happened, except the building by the Boers of an incomprehensible work beside the Klip at the foot of Bulwan.
About 300 Kaffirs labour at it, with Boer superintendents.

It is apparently a dam to stop the river and flood out the town.

No doubt it is the result of that German specialist's arrival, of which we heard.
On coming to my first bit of bread to-day I found it uneatable.

In the fortnight it has degenerated simply to ground mealies of maize--just the same mixture of grit and sticky dough as the peasants in Pindus starve upon.