River, a bare and unpleasant tract of country. As we went on we found thousands of dead sheep lying about, killed by the English. They had not been able to keep up with the march, and had been driven together and slaughtered, and there they were scattered, some shot, others cut down, and others with their heads taken off by a sabre cut. Many a time did I repeat, “Ah, this is indeed a cruel war! What bitter suffering has it not caused both to man and beast!” Often I have thought, “What is going to come out of all these trials and troubles!” Even when I looked at the comet I wondered what it could portend that it should appear three mornings running in the east, and then again every evening in the west, during a whole month--this was in the months of June and July 1901. As I was journeying on the open veldt I could see this star plainly every evening; and when this sign was no longer to be seen, then another made its appearance. Every evening after sunset this other token appeared in the sky; a bright red radiance filled the air, and would remain visible for about three-quarters of an hour. “_Whither, pilgrim--whither art thou flying? We are driven onward by the enemy’s sword. A terrible sword are the guns and the cannon, When man is standing on his defence; But the cruel sword of fire and of hunger, Cutting its way through the heart of a mother, Is more terrible still than the booming of cannon. The keen-edged sword of destruction and terror, Piercing the hearts of Africa’s children, Has taught them a lesson they shall not forget._” I thought that the enemy were now so far away that we should be able to spend some time where we now found ourselves.