4 BLACK AND WHITE BUDGET F e b.io ,1900 I! mM] i 1 1 o i 4j* C *<<\-.j- t f<m Mr[¦.•¦¦¦'•: .:vr ¦11 P.-? vj vmV y-:-* ?-*¦¦¦<>¦•••5 ¦¦?*r .'V.'’.'•''b v :''•:/,.•^m z m tram /h.p tiitA .1^1 j 0~,,:>•••'•'•••-*•• ________ ____ ____ : ___- _ _ - A Chrii tmas-card from Mafeking—Printed on khaki NOTES O’ WAR “Fancy was the leading' article that day,” writes a private from Modder River, describing the Christmas Day. “It was a tame affair,” lie says, but they took their colonel’s advice and fancied a lot. “We toasted the *Queen,’ and ‘Wives and Sweethearts,’ in one pint of nut-brown ale !”This ale is a sore point with the teetotallers at the front. No provision seems to be made for them. “Good Tem plars,” writes Corporal John Bailey, of the “Fighting Fifth,” “have a great deal to contend with, and many temptations to meet. In the Soudan Expedition everyone had to abe temperance man, but in this beer has been daily given. Our brigade had their two issues up to Orange River. Then again beer was ordered for Christmas no provision made for a tee totaller. There were also plenty of refreshment-rooms, where Tommy could get a civilian, or even himself, what they required, provided they paid at the rate of 2s. per pint, and I am sorry to say that some men were foolish enough to pay this, as most of them had plenty of money, and water being not too good.” This is bad luck on those men who lind difficulties enough putin their way at all times to keeping what everyone considers an honourable resolution. LOOK UPON THIS PICT U E!“WeR have been treated like dogs since we started from England, not even receiving a drink of beer or anything on Christmas Day, when we simply bad salt pork and soup, with six oranges divided amongst eighteen of Sous. you will see we are fairly broken into rough it a bit. "—Letter from a trooper with Lord Dundonald's Brigade. AND O K THIS !“We have very good food now on the field. For breakfast, bread and cheese and tea for dinner, fresh meat, soup and potatoes and for tea, tea, bread and jam :so that is very good. Our daily allowance per man includes 1 lb. of meat, 1'4 lb. of bread, and as many potatoes as one can eat. 1 have not heard a 1 single man grumble since I have been here.Letter from a private in Frere Camp. j The ingenuous expression of pity coming from the Boers with regard to the ignorance of poor Tommy Atkins is becoming a little monotonous. Some of the Gloucesters who were captured at Nickolson’s Nek pay' a tribute to the humanity of the Boers, and add :“General Joubert said: ‘We don’t blame you men. It’s not your fault. You are fighting because it’s your living, but we are fighting for our homesteads and our rights.” Besides this sublime condescension of Joubert’s we have a touching picture in an American correspondent’s letter of Boer women taking delicacies to the privates who are prisoners at Pretoria. This is how the matter was put by a lady whom Mr. Easton calls a motherly old Boer woman :“These poor boys did not know what they were fighting for. They were in the Army as soldiers, and one can’t blame them for doing what they were ordered.” The service which the various companies of Light Horse are doing is very valuable. The men of the South African, Imperial, and Brabant’s Horse form largely the eyes and ears of the British arm yin South Africa. They work largely as independent units, scouting, reconnoitring, locating, and very often embarrassing the enemy. They upkeep a kind of guerilla warfare which the enemy must find very harassing |and weakening. General taG acre ,after the Stormberg reverse, is reported to have said, “O, my poor boys !”and to have started crying. He is not the first General to have shed tears. It is said that after the victory of Waterloo, Wellington, ashe looked at the heaps of 'slain, burst into tears ashe said, “This is paying hard for a victory.” Old Blucher, the Duke’s ally, once displayed similar emotion, but for an entirely different reason. When he saw London, the old plunderer said, “What a city to sack !”and the tears rolled down his rough cheeks ashe thought of what could not be.