the dogs running after them; this shows
that Kaffirs, like other nations, see pictures in constellations.) We
then feed horses--if we have anything to feed them with, which is not
often; light fires and boil coffee; saddle-up, and march off at 5.15.
We go on marching till about 9.30 or 10, when we off-saddle and lie up
for the heat of the day, during which the horses are grazed, with a
guard to look after them, and we go a-breakfasting, bathing, and in
theory writing and sketching, but in practice sleeping, at least so
far as the flies will allow. At 3.30 saddle-up and march till 5.30;
off-saddle and supper; then we march on again, as far as necessary,
in the cool hours of the early night. On arriving at the end of our
march, we form our little laager; to do this we put our saddles down
in a square, each man sleeping with his head in the saddle, and the
horses inside the square, fastened in two lines on their 'built up'
ropes. To go to bed we dig a small hole for our hip-joints to rest in,
roll ourselves up in our horse-blanket, with our heads comfortably
ensconced in the inside of the saddle, and we would not then exchange
our couch for anything that Maple could try and tempt us with."

But after months of this hard work, the tireless B.-P. began to knock
up. Fever and dysentery attacked him, and he said unkind things to
people who bothered him--as witness the message sent to one of the
patrolling columns: "If you let the men smoke on a night march, you
might as well let the band play too." The justness of the gibe!

B.-P. relates a good story, by the way, of smoking while on guard. A
Colonial volunteer officer, Captain Brown, in times of peace Butcher
Brown, ordered a sentry found smoking to consider himself a prisoner.
"What!" exclaimed the volunteer soldier, "not smoke on sentry? Then
where the ---- _am_ I to smoke?" The dignified Captain only reiterated
his first remark. Then did the sentry take his pipe from his mouth and
confidentially tap his officer upon the shoulder. "Now, look here,
Brown," said he, "don't go and make a ---- fool of yourself. If you
do, I'll go elsewhere for my meat."

To return. B.-P., having lived straight and hard, soon fought down the
fever, and in little more than a week was back again at work. It is
nice to know that during the time of his being on the sick-list Sir
Frederick Carrington went regularly to his bedside and sat for a long
time, retailing all the cheerful news of the campa