That evening, the 7th of August, we went to the north of Frederiksstad Station, and blew up a bridge with two spans and wrecked the line with dynamite.
The following day we arrived at the Mooi River.

This river is never dry winter or summer, but always flows with a stream as clear as crystal.

It affords an inexhaustible supply of water to the rich land that lies along its bank.

It is a fitting name for it--the name of Mooi.[66] At the other side of this river we found General Liebenberg's commando, which, like ourselves, was in the trap.
The General joined us on our march, and the following day we were nine miles from Ventersdorp.
Early that morning a report came that the English were approaching and were extended right across the country.
"Inspan!" No man uttered a word of complaint; each man did his work so quickly that one could hardly believe that a laager could be put on the move in so short a time.

And away the waggons and carts skurried, steering their course to Ventersdorp.
It was impossible to think of fighting--the enemy's numbers were far too great.