Mrs.Cronje had taken away all the bedding but Dr.Reid gave Cecil his field mattress and I made one out of rugs and piano covers.
In the morning I found that the iron straps of the mattress had marked me for life like a grilled beefsteak.

There were only Reid and his assistant surgeon in the farmhouse and they were greatly excited at having a woman to look after.
We bade farewell to Loosberg who had found his artillery push, and started off in his Cape Cart which he wished us to use and take back for him for safety to Del Hay at Pretoria.

Our objective point was the railroad bridge over the sand.

The Boers were on one bank, the British about seven miles back on the other, the trail ran along the British side of the river which was sad of it.

However, we drove on, I riding and Cecil and Christian, the Kaffir, in the Cart.