Notes from the Boer War. By Llewelyn Alexander WRIGHT. 1st. (Volunteer) Battalion Royal Welsh Fusiliers.

Wednesday October 23rd. I woke up at daybreak and found it raining naturally we were all miserable but it soon gave over. We crossed Reit River at seven o'clock. The country here is splendid just like England nice and open for miles round and the Veldt is fresh and green after recent rains. It is now eight o'clock and we have passed through Ventersburg and we must have passed through Branfort sometime in the night. 9-45 a.m. and we are in Kroonstad the place President Steyn made his capital after the fall of Blomfontein. Its atypical African town and we get breakfast here. There is a large refugee camp here and there is also a native population here. 12-05 p.m. and we leave Kroonstad behind. The country in the immediate vicinity is rather hilly and that accounts for the Boers making a stand thereafter the fall of Bloemfontein. Two o'clock and we have just passed the now famous Honing-Spruit just here we saw a large swarm of locusts there must have been millions of them for the sky was black with them passing over our heads alike cloud. Evidence of the Boer's ability as train wreckers appear in many places along the railway such as broken bridges bent rails etc. also many graves of railwaymen and soldiers here and there alongside of the railway. It is now 4-30 p.m. and we are passing Vredefort station another refugee camp here also. Another spin and we are in Viljoens Drift station by seven o'clock. We stay here an hour then off again. We cross the Vaal river into Transvaal at five minutes past eight. Its a fine bridge over It with an electric light apparatus connected to it and the light is on all night so that they can see anyone approaching it. We are about a mile in Transvaal and in Verunaring-Station. This is the place that the Rev. J. W. Thomas told me in a letter that Herbert Evans was stationed. I saw a khaki clad fellow on the platform so I shout here Chummy half a mo up he comes and he turns out to bean Officer or a Captain so I say "Beg your pardon Sir" but he proves to abe gentleman and a hail fellow well met. We have a good chat with him. Before we came into this station it had been raining in torrents and we were all soaking wet. Sleep was out of the question with the truck a pool of water so we were all singing so this officer told us that a brother officer had remarked when they heard us singing that he didn't think there was a nation under the sun no matter what sort they were like the Welsh. I asked him if there was a fellow of the name of Herbert Evans stationed here. He said therein the station but that there was a Military Telegraph Station half a mile away and if he was there he would mention my name which I had given him. We have to wish him goodbye and we are once more speeding along. We arrive at Elandsfontein by eleven o'clock of course it is dark but it looks a fine place as it is all lighted up with electricity. Thursday October 24th. Three a.m. and we are in Johannesburg but just as it comes daylight we are off again, but what a fine place there aren't many places in England to beat it and goldmines extending for miles upright to Krugersdorp so I am told. Just after leaving Johannesburg we find we are two men short they must have got into a covered van for shelter and got left behind nothing of interest to relate now. Have just passed through Manasburg also Koodeport another half hours riding brings us to Luipaards-Ulei. Now we are in Krugersdorp and its quite true that I was told that the goldmines extend from Johannesburg to Krugersdorp. Another large refugee camp here. It is quarter past nine and we are in Randfontein we get breakfast here. We start off again at 5 minutes past one after await of four hours. A company of Dublin Fusiliers and company of S. W. Border's join us here for Fredrick-Staad. 3-40 p.m. and we are at Fredrick-Staad. This is the place where our regiment and 1st Vol. Company were fighting just the station and a few houses with a Scotch Regiment garrison. This is the place where W. Williams Fron was killed a brother to Ronalds the painter. His grave is close to the side of the railway with a wooden cross and his name on it to mark the spot where he is laid to rest. Potchefstroom at last we ingot a few minutes before five o'clock in the evening having been in the open trucks from four o'clock Monday 21st of October until 5 o'clock
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