their country.

'During the day, as Mr. Huskisson was helping a wounded man back to
the hospital, he had a very narrow shave of being shot. The wounded
man had his arm round Mr. Huskisson's neck for support, and as
they were walking back to the rear a Mauser bullet shot off the tip
of the man's finger, as it was resting on Mr. Huskisson's shoulder.
Had there not been the weight of the man's arm to depress the body
this would have resulted in a nasty wound in the shoulder. At
another time the case of field glasses hanging by his side was hit
by a bullet.

'Our workers could often see that they were specially aimed at by
the Boers, as the moment they raised their heads a small volley of
bullets would fly all around them. Sometimes they had to lie down
for long periods, on account of this. At one stage of the battle,
one of our men was lying down behind a tree, and a sharpshooter was
perched in another tree. If even the foot was moved an inch or two
beyond the tree a bullet would come with a "ping," and a little
puff of dust would show how keenly every movement was watched.

=Singing though Wounded.=

'While helping one wounded man, Mr. Huskisson heard his name called
out, and looking round, saw the face of one of the men who had been
converted in our Soldiers' Home at Wynberg, some years ago. Going
up to the lad he said:--

'"Are you wounded?"

'"Yes," said the man, "but praise God it is not in my head."

'A bullet had gone right through the back of his neck, and though
he was bleeding profusely he was humming a chorus to himself.

'Later on a Major came up and said to Mr. Huskisson--"Do you know
that lad?"

'On hearing that he did, the Major said, "He is the most chirpy man
that has been in the dressing-room to-day; he was brought in
singing a hymn."

'When Mr. Huskisson turned away from him, he left him still humming
one of our favourite choruses; and an unconverted man was heard to
say later on, "A chap coming in like that to the dressing-room does
more good than anything else, as he keeps the fellows' spirits up
so."

'There were, of course, many terribly sad sights--enough to make
our men feel as if war could hardly ever be justifiable. One poor
Highlander was lying dying, and on our men asking him if he knew