many people in their waggons were keeping up with mine. We fled for some distance and then sent out scouts a little way back. General De la Rey with his staff came up. It was he who had been under that heavy firing; a mark was on his back where a bullet had whizzed past. They had all escaped unhurt and were very hungry and tired. It was then that the bread I had baked the night before served in good stead. They ate some, and that same evening they had to go back. I was thus able still to supply them with bread. I went on to the Zwartruggens this time; I did not want to go so far into the mountains as it was beginning to be very warm there. On the slopes of the mountains large trees were growing. I set up my tent in the shade. There was fruit to be had: my children were happy. Then I heard that the enemy were coming with their blockhouses towards Lichtenburg. Then I knew I must go out of the mountains; I did not want to get blocked up. And we went away again, after having been a week there. At Duikfontein I found large numbers of cattle and sheep that our people had brought through the lines. General Kemp’s commando had succeeded in doing this and in bringing cattle to other districts also. I was still waiting there when General De la Rey arrived with his staff. By that time I felt quite rested. He said that it was not necessary for me to go at once to Rustenburg. So we merely went to a place not very distant. A day or two later there were again so many “khakis” gathered in Lichtenburg that we did not dare stay longer, as it was only three hours’ distance from the village. We went from there to some untilled ground belonging to us, which we kept for the cattle, two and a half hours away from Lichtenburg. It was a good neighbourhood for fruit; there was plenty of water, and not very distant was a large fruit farm. We hoped thus to be able to stay for a while. We sent the waggon to get fruit, and we set up our tent under the cool trees. [Illustration: “The picture of my wandering life”.] And here you have the picture of my wandering life. When I could set up the tent under shady trees and cover the floor with green grass, then I felt thoroughly happy and content. Often when in such a good place I thought to myself, “If only I could stay here quietly for some time how happy and pleasant it would be!” And sometimes I had the good fortune to be able to stay for two days or a week in such a spot. But at other times it would happen that just as I had got everything in good order, then the “khakis” would be upon us and everything would have to be taken down quickly to make a fresh start. Often we fled until the middle of the night, and when we could stop to rest it would be so dark that it was impossible to see one’s hands before one’s eyes. Yet the tent would have to be put up before we could get to sleep.