A woman's wanderings and trials during the Anglo-Boer WarDe la Rey, Jacoba Elizabeth
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A woman's wanderings and trials during the Anglo-Boer War
De la Rey, Jacoba Elizabeth
De La Rey, Jacoba Elizabeth, 1856-1923; South African War, 1899-1902 -- Personal narratives
They swerved towards the side of the house; fortunately there were some
burghers there who ran in front and stopped them. It was already dark.
I suggested that they had better be unharnessed; I would walk to the
waggon. Just then my husband came up with his riding horse Bokkie for
me to ride to the waggon. However, Bokkie’s back was too narrow; as
sure as I climbed up, off I would slip. Then his other saddle-horse
came up, and off we rode to the waggons. All were there now, and very
hungry; it was dark and damp, but luckily, with some dry wood, we
soon had big fires going to prepare food. The enemy had not come much
nearer. After a good meal we went to sleep, and early next morning
I went on again with the waggons. The men folk joined the commando,
and at Rietfontein, where I had made up my mind to spend some time, I
went into the school, then empty. There were a good many people in the
place, and one could get vegetables and fruit. But I had been there
for only about a week when suddenly a large number of English troops
entered the Rustenburg district where we were. Off I went again in
great haste, this time to the Lichtenburg district. I had to drive hard
to get past. I was lucky, and came safely through. Passing Lichtenburg,
I came to Badenhorst, and found a deserted shop in which I could take
up my abode. Here also we had kind friends, who took care to keep us
supplied with vegetables. One evening, a fortnight later, just as I
had gone to bed, the report was spread that the “khakis” were coming.
It was very dark and cold, but I was soon up and dressed and had the
waggons packed, and off we went again on the road. Next morning it
seemed true that the “khakis” were behind us; once again we drove past
Lichtenburg. Now there seemed nothing left for me but to fly with all
possible speed to the Zwartruggens. When I got there Mr Joubert came
on with me and brought me far into the mountains. “Here,” he said,
“no ‘khakis’ had found their way yet.” And there I had to stay. There
were many big trees growing, and the Marico River looked lovely as it
flowed along; it was a pleasant spot to stay in. I made an oven so as
to be able to bake my bread. I set up my hut in the cool shade of the
trees, where all looked so beautiful and green, and made a stable for
my horses with some trees and a kraal for the sheep, just as if I were
destined to live here a long time.
My soap was all finished and I began much to feel the need of it to
keep my children clean.
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