If not, there is an end.

If it does, and you cannot come or send others, at least pray for us.

I dream of you by night and think of you by day, for how much I love you I cannot tell.
"In life or death I am "Your MARIE." Such was this awful letter.

I still have it; it lies before me, those ragged sheets of paper covered with faint pencil-writing that is blotted here and there with tear marks, some of them the tears of Marie who wrote, some of them the tears of me who read.

I wonder if there exists a more piteous memorial of the terrible sufferings of the trek-Boers, and especially of such of them as forced their way into the poisonous veld around Delagoa, as did this Marais expedition and those under the command of Triechard.