With Steyn and De WetPienaar, F. F. (Filippus Fourie)
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With Steyn and De Wet
Pienaar, F. F. (Filippus Fourie)
Pienaar, F. F. (Filippus Fourie), 1877-1948; South African War, 1899-1902 -- Personal narratives, Afrikaner
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WITH STEYN AND DE WET
BY
PHILIP PIENAAR
OF THE TRANSVAAL TELEGRAPH SERVICE
METHUEN & CO.
36 ESSEX STREET W.C.
LONDON
1902
CONTENTS
PAGE
THOMAR 1
THE ELEVENTH OF OCTOBER 3
FIRST IMPRESSIONS 8
COLENSO 17
PLATRAND 25
SPION KOP 32
GLORIOUS WAR 42
PIETERS' HEIGHTS 47
GLENCOE 53
THE FREE STATE 60
LINDLEY TO HEILBRON 68
VELD INCIDENTS 76
TAPPING THE WIRES 87
I MEET DE WET 93
ROODEWAL 103
OFF TO THE TRANSVAAL 111
ARRESTED AS SPIES 121
IN THE MOUNTAINS 131
THROUGH THE CORDON 139
SKIRMISHES 148
WE ENTER POTCHEFSTROOM 156
DE WET ONCE MORE 161
END OF THE REGULAR WAR 168
WITH STEYN AND DE WET
THOMAR
Here in the quiet old convent of Thomar, the Convento de Christo, the
strife of the past months seems like a dream. Wandering through the long
corridors, with their bare, empty apartments, gazing by the hour on
paintings faded and torn, the work of long dead and forgotten masters,
dwelling on marvels of ancient architecture, resting the eyes on
peaceful landscapes and hearing the sweet murmur of falling waters, the
scenes of war seem distant and remote.
The heart but so lately harrowed by the devouring emotions of anger,
hate, and the lust of blood, now soothed by the sympathy of the kindly
Portuguese, is lulled into harmony with the surrounding scenes of peace
and beauty. Only the thought of our ravaged country, struggling still
for dear life, though forced upon her knees, brings back the claims of
duty and the yearning to be up and doing, to enter once more the ranks
of the foemen and strike another blow for liberty.
Hopeless! Yet where is the Boer--prisoner, exile, or renegade--even
he!--who does not dream by nights he feels once more the free veld air
upon his brow, lives again the wild night rides beneath twinkling stars?
He feels once more his noble steed bound beneath him, grips again his
comrade's welcoming hand, and wakens with a bitter sigh.
Some consolation, then, to recall blows already struck, and duty fairly
done.
THE ELEVENTH OF OCTOBER
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