But what did I hear?
The burghers had not been able to make up their minds to part with their waggons; most of the men from Vrede and Harrismith had gone home with these waggons, although there was a Kaffir driver and a leader for almost every one, and although I had given express orders that these Kaffirs were to be the ones to take back the waggons.

How angry I was! At such moments as these one would be well nigh driven mad were there not a Higher Power to hold one back.
And, to make the situation still more serious, the English now came on from all sides, and I had no troops! The Kroonstad burghers were in their own district.

I allowed those from Bethlehem to leave me in order to carry on operations in their part of the country; the same likewise with the Winburgers and the valiant Commandant Hasebroek, while the burghers of Vrede and Harrismith had gone home.
I had therefore with me only a small contingent from those districts, in addition to the burghers from Heilbron.
The reader will understand that, under these circumstances, the forces which now began to concentrate on us were too great for us to withstand; and that no other course lay open to me than to go through Schoemansdrift; and, in case I should be pursued, to Bothaville, in order to enter the _zandveld_ (desert) through which it would be difficult for the enemy to advance.
We continued in the direction of Wolvehoek Station, and on the following night crossed the line between Vredefortweg and Wolvehoek, where I wrecked the railway at various points, and also took prisoner a small force of thirteen who had been lying asleep in their tents.

This last incident happened early in the morning of September 30th.
We had crossed the line, and were about three miles on the further side of it, when a train came up and bombarded us with an Armstrong and a Maxim-Nordenfeldt, without however doing any damage.

Our guns were too far behind the vanguard, and the poor horses too tired to go back for them, or we should have answered their fire.