83
A BOER FIGHTING LAAGER 90
THROUGH BOER GLASSES 104
LIFE IN THE BOER CAMPS 116

WITH GENERAL RUNDLE.
BATTLE OF CONSTANTIA FARM 127
WITH RUNDLE IN THE FREE STATE 149
RED WAR WITH RUNDLE 159
THE FREE STATERS' LAST STAND 174

CHARACTER SKETCHES IN CAMP.
THE CAMP LIAR 194
THE NIGGER SERVANT 199
THE SOLDIER PREACHER 207

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PRESIDENT STEYN 212
LOUIS BOTHA, COMMANDANT-GENERAL OF THE BOER ARMY 218
WHITE FLAG TREACHERY 224
THE BATTLE OF MAGERSFONTEIN 229
SCOUTS AND SCOUTING: DRISCOLL, KING OF SCOUTS 242
HUNTING AND HUNTED 253
WITH THE BASUTOS 264
MAGERSFONTEIN AVENGED 280
THE CONDUCT OF THE WAR 289
HOME AGAIN 299

Australia's Appeal to England.

We grow weary waiting, England,
For the summons that never comes--
For the blast of the British bugles
And the throb of the British drums.
Our hearts grow sore and sullen
As year by year rolls by,
And your cold, contemptuous actions
Give your fervent words the lie.

Are we only an English market,
Held dear for the sake of trade?
Or are we a part of the Empire,
Close welded as hilt and blade?
If we are to cleave together
As mother and son through life,
Give us our share of the burden,
Let us stand with you in the strife.

If we are to share your glory,
Let the sons whom the South has bred
Lie side by side on your battlefields
With England's heroes dead.
A nation is never a nation
Worthy of pride or place
Till the mothers have sent their firstborn
To look death on the field in the face.

Are we only an English market,
Held dear for the sake of trade?
Or a