A man at lunch at this hotel asked me if I was R.H.D.and said he was an American who had got a commission in Brabants horse-- He gave me the grandest sort of a segar and apparently on his representation the hotel brought me two books to sign, marked "Autographs of Celebrities of the Boer War." It seemed in my case at least to be premature and hopeful.
Good luck and God bless you.

This will be the last letter you will get for ten days or two weeks, as I am now going directly away from steamers.

This one reaches you by a spy gentleman who is to give it to Rene Bull of The Graphic and who will post it in Cape Town-- He and all the other correspondents are abandoning Buller for Roberts.

Let 'em all go.

The fewer the better, I say.