My people were all with me; we spent a pleasant Christmas. Still, we were not very far from Klerksdorp, where there were so many “khakis” that the day after Christmas we had to begin our march again. A few days later I got a message telling me to turn back to Doornfontein; and there we all met again and spent the New Year. That was in 1901. The day after New Year’s Day there were so many “khakis” about that I had to fly past Lichtenburg and take refuge in the Zwartruggens. Putfontein, where I next found myself, was utterly destroyed and burnt down. As I was greatly concerned because my people had no bread with them, I wandered round the desolate place hoping to find an oven which had not been destroyed. All the ovens had been broken down, but at last I found an attempt at one that the poor women had set up and used for preparing bread. I said, “It does not look of much use, still I shall try what I can do.” It was late in the evening and rain was falling. There was no wood to be got, but I went on with my breadmaking, and the boy (a Kaffir) had to try and make a fire somehow or other. He was a very sharp boy, and he succeeded in heating the oven. General Kemps had his laager in the same place. In the evening all the burghers came together, and they asked me if I would join in their worship. “With pleasure,” I said. It was then quite dark. I went to the laager and we had a short service, and after that sang songs out of the “Kinderharp.” It was so pleasant that I quite forgot to bake my bread. We also sang beautiful hymns that they themselves had composed, so that I had a very pleasant evening. I hurried to the oven, where I found that the biscuit had risen. It seemed as if the oven were not hot enough, and yet I could not get any more fuel for it. I put all the bread in and thought “let it bake itself as best it can.” I waited till I thought that it was ready and then I sent Sampson, the boy, to bring it out of the oven. He came back with it and it looked still as if it were quite raw. However, it was always something to eat. I went to sleep. Next morning I had hoped to be able to spend a peaceful Sunday. A little way from my waggon were some big trees, and as many burghers were there, we all agreed to meet under the trees to hold our service. I and my children were there and many burghers; but as all had not arrived we waited a while until the leader said he would go on with the service, and then the people would come fast enough. After we had sung he began to speak to us, but it did not look as if any more people were coming. We were some distance from the waggons and could see that there everyone was hurrying backwards and forwards. I thought that the old man did not seem very much inclined to put a stop to his service, but things looked to me so grave that I said that we must really go to see what was happening. We hurried back to the waggons, and very soon we could hear the firing. I started off as quickly as possible. Very soon