"We are everlastingly fond of him." At last one of them gives this explanation: "He leads the fight well." So I learn that once in the Carpathians, when everything came to a standstill because the Russians delivered a terrible fire and there was no cover, he lay on the ground before them and cried: "Here I am--as cover for you. Lie on your stomachs and fire from behind me!" Complaints, which I sometimes hear, are directed not against him, but against his business management. At the first he paid twenty-nine kronen for each Cossack captured and five kronen for each Russian infantryman. The troopers, whom he has led in almost 200 fights and skirmishes, brought the Russians in so eagerly that prices fell--and fell very sharply. A Cossack went down to four kronen and an infantryman down to one kronen. Not because the Cossack is worth four times as much, but because he has a horse. To-day, at noon, Rittmeister Farkas left us. God knows when I shall see him again. Tiny, clever, good-hearted, brave Rittmeister Farkas, mathematician, marksman, bridge builder, locomotive driver in one person, doctor, chaplain, letter writer and brilliant commandant of lonely, middle-aged soldiers, daring Herr Oberst-Rittmeister Farkas--a little red hussar's cap which becomes smaller and smaller in the dust of the road--you give me so many things to think about that at night I can hardly go to sleep. Who is able to explain these men to those for whom they have been fighting for more than a year? OUR ESCAPE FROM GERMAN SOUTH-WEST AFRICA _Told by Corporal H. J. McElnea, late of the Imperial Light Horse, South Africa, and set down by J. Christie_ An echo of General Botha's brilliant campaign in German South-West Africa. Captured by the Germans during a skirmish, the author gleaned some information concerning the intentions of the enemy. Night and day he schemed to get away in order to give his superiors the news. Finally, with three companions, he essayed the task of escaping from the military prison at Franzfontein and making his way for over two hundred and fifty miles through a terrible region of uninhabited mountains and desert to Swakopmund, where the British forces were in occupation. Lack of food and water, suffering of body and mind, blistering heat and extreme cold--the author experienced them all during his nightmare journey, which he related in the _Wide World Magazine_. I--STORY OF THE IMPERIAL LIGHT HORSE