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between　its　legs。　Also　the　authorities　were　naturally　anxious　to　prevent　the　war　from　spreading　to　the　civil　population。　So　our　proposed　coup　came　to　nothing。
Now　followed　a　period　of　great　alarm。　We　were　surrounded　by　the　enemy；　and　from　hour　to　hour　never　knew　on　whom　or　where　the　blow　might　fall。　Every　night　at　Hilldrop　we　placed　Kaffirs　on　the　surrounding　hills　that　they　might　warn　us　of　the　approach　of　the　enemy。　Well　and　faithfully　did　these　men　fulfil　their　duty；　indeed；　we　were　kept　advised　of　all　that　happened　through　the　Zulu　natives　dwelling　on　our　farm。　Also　my　old　body…servant；　Mazooku；　had　joined　me　on　my　return　to　Africa；　and　with　his　friends　night　and　day　guarded　us　as　a　mother　might　her　child。　Night　by　night；　sometimes　in　our　clothes；　we　slept　with　about　six　horses　saddled　in　the　stable；　loaded　rifles　leaning　against　the　beds；　and　revolvers　beneath　our　pillows。
Next　came　a　rumour；　apparently　well　substantiated；　that　the　expected　battle　between　the　invading　Boers　and　the　reinforcements　was　actually　to　take　place　on　the　following　day　at　a　drift　of　the　Ingagaan　River　upon　our　own　farm；　Rooipoint。　It　was　added；　probably　with　truth；　that　the　main　body　of　the　Boers　intended　to　occupy　my　house　and　the　hill　behind。　This　was　too　much；　so；　abandoning　everything　except　our　plate；　we　retreated　into　laager　at　Newcastle；　and　there　spent　several　very　unfortable　days。　For　some　reason　that　never　transpired；　however；　the　Boers　never　delivered　the　expected　attack。　It　was　the　one　military　mistake　that　they　made；　for　had　they　done　so　I　believe　they　would　have　cut　up　the　long　line　of　reinforcements；　and　subsequently　have　taken　the　town　of　Newcastle　without　much　difficulty。　On　the　contrary；　they　withdrew　to　the　Nek　as　silently　and　swiftly　as　they　had　e。
On　February　17th　the　reinforcements　marched　safely　into　Newcastle。　General　Wood；　however；　who　I　think　acpanied　them；　was　sent　down…country　by　Colley　to　bring　up　more　reinforcements　and　to　look　after　stores；　a　task　which　to　the　lay　mind　might　have　been　equally　well　performed　by　some　subordinate　officer。　I　should　add　it　was　said　that　by　mutual　agreement　of　these　two　generals　no　further　offensive　movement　was　to　take　place　until　Wood　returned　again。
If　so；　that　agreement　was　not　kept；　since　on　Sunday；　the　27th　of　February；　I　heard　the　sound　of　distant　guns；　which　most　of　the　others　attributed　to　thunder。　So　certain　was　I　on　the　point　that　some　of　us　rode　to　the　camp　to　make　inquiries。　On　our　way　through　the　town　we　learned　that　messages　were　pouring　down　the　wires　from　Mount　Prospect；　and　found　the　place　full　of　rumours。　At　the　camp；　however；　nothing　was　known；　indeed；　several　officers　to　whom　we　spoke　laughed　at　us。　It　would　almost　seem　as　though　Colley　had　undertaken　his　fatal　movement　without　advising　his　base。
I　cannot　tell　again　the　horrible　story　of　Majuba。　Afterwards　Colonel　Mitchell　told　me　the　tale　of　what　was　happening　at　Government　House　in　Maritzburg。　Into　the　office　where　I　used　to　sit　the　messages　poured　down　from　Majuba；　reporting　its　occupation　and　the　events　which　followed　as　they　occurred。　So　to　speak；　Majuba　was　in　that　room。　As　each　wire　arrived　it　was　his　duty　to　take　it　to　Lady　Colley　in　another　part　of　the　house。　At　length　came　a　pause　and　then　a　telegram　of　two　words：　“Colley　dead；”　and　then　—　nothing　more。
This　message　too　Colonel　Mitchel　must　take　to　the　chamber　where　the　wife　sat　waiting。　He　said　that　she　would　not　believe　it；　also　that　it　was　the　most　dreadful　moment　of　his　life。
In　one　of　the　letters　published　in　Butler’s　Life　of　Colley；　he　writes　to　his　wife　that　his　good　luck　was　so　great　and　so　continuous　that　it　caused　him　to　be　afraid。　Not　in　vain　was　he　afraid；　for　can　anything　be　more　tragic　than　this　man’s　history！　One　of　Wolseley’s　darlings；　every　advancement；　every　honour　was　heaped　upon　him。　At　last　Fortune　offered　to　him　a　soldier’s　supreme　opportunity；　and　he　used　it　thus！　Had　he　been　content　to　wait；　it　was　said　at　the　time　—　and　I　for　one　believe　—　that　the　Boers　would　have　melted　away。　Or；　if　they　did　not；　he　would　soon　have　found　himself　at　the　head　of　a　force　that　might　have　manded　victory。　He　would　have　bee　one　of　the　greatest　generals　in　the　Empire；　and　the　history　of　South　Africa　would　have　been　changed；　for　it　was　only　defeat　that　brought　about　the　Retrocession。　But　he　had　theories　and　he　lacked　patience。　Or　perhaps　Destiny　drove　him　on。　In　only　one　thing　was　it　kind　to　him。　It　did　not　leave　him　living　to　contemplate　his　own　ruin　and　the　dishonour　of　his　country。　Peace　be　to　him。
Now　I　will　return；　not　without　relief；　to　my　own　story；　which　is　best　set　out　in　such　letters　as　have　survived。　These　remain　clear　and　fixed；　about　them　can　gather　nothing　of　the　uncertainties　or　mists　of　time　and　memory。
In　one　written　by　my　wife　to　my　mother　from　Hilldrop　on　March　7；　1881；　she　says：
As　you　will　have　seen　from　the　papers；　we　are　not　altogether　in　an　enviable　position。　The　state　of　affairs　out　here　is　really　being　very　serious。　We　are　told　that　the　troops　now　in　camp　at　the　“Nek”　are　perfectly　panic…stricken　by　the　continual　defeats　they　have　sustained；　and　that　in　the　last　engagement；　when　poor　Sir　George　Colley　lost　his　life；　the　officers　had　the　greatest　difficulty　in　getting　their　men　to　stand。　Of　course；　as　everyone　says；　it　is　not　to　be　wondered　at。　Three　times　now　have　our　men　been　sent　out　in　small　bodies　to　face　double　their　numbers　and　have　simply　been　shot　down　like　sheep　without　being　able　to　make　any　effectual　resistance。　In　spite　of　the　Boers　being　rebels　one　cannot　help　admiring　the　way　in　which　they　are　conducting　this　affair。　Their　coolness　and　pluck　are　wonderful；　and　they　have　not　made　one　false　move　yet。　Add　to　this　the　fact　that　they　are　all　splendid　shots；　and　you　will　agree　that　it　is　no　mean　foe　with　whom　we　have　to　deal；　though　this　is　what　our　officers　and　men　would　not　at　first　believe。　Hence　these　sad　disasters。　Poor　Sir　George　Colley　has　paid　dearly　for　his　rashness；　but；　humanly　speaking；　it　was　far　better　for　him　to　die　as　he　did　fighting　bravely　at　the　head　of　his　men　than　to　live　with　a　lost　reputation。　Lost　it　decidedly　would　have　been；　for　popular　feeling　was　strong　against　him　even　before　this　last　affair。
And　now　for　a　few　words　about　ourselves。　。　。　。　The　farm　is　pretty　flourishing。　We　are　now　in　the　middle　of　haymaking；　and　the　lazy　Rider　is　routed　out　about　6　A。M。　every　fine　morning　to　go　and　cut。　He　looks　all　the　better　for　it；　in　fact　I　think　we　are　both　in　better　health　than　when　we　left　England。　We　have　lost　another　ostrich；　luckily　not　a　very　good　one；　but　the　other　birds　seem　to　be　doing　nicely　and　some　of　them　have　splendid　feathers　。　。　。　。
On　May　3；　1881；　I　wrote：
My　dearest　Mother；　—　。　。　。　I　do　not　know　how　to　thank　you　all　enough　for　the　loving　interest　you　have　all　shown　towards　us　in　our　trouble。　We　were　extremely　surprised　and；　speaking　from　a　personal　point　of　view；　delighted　to　get　a　telegram　from　Jack　＇my　brother　who　afterwards　became　Consul　at　Madagascar；　etc。　—　H。　R。　H。＇　the　other　morning　announcing　his　arrival　at　the　Cape。　We　thought　he　had　given　up　all　idea　of　ing。
Perhaps　you　will　hardly　have　been　surprised　at　my　letter　to　my　father　telling　him　that　we　are　seriously　debating　clearing　out　of　this　part　of　the　world。　I　am　sorry　to　say　that　every　day　that　has　elapsed　since　I　wrote　has　only　strengthened　my　conviction　that　henceforth　we　can　look　for　no　peace　or　security　in　South　Africa。
I　fear　our　property　will　suffer　from　this　business。　A　little　while　since　we　could　have　easily　got　3000　pounds　for　the　farm。　I　don’t　know　if　we　shall　be　able　to　do　so　now。　。　。　。　I　cannot　tell　you　how　sorry　I　shall　be　if　we　have　to　leave　this　place；　as　I　repeat　I　think　is　probable。　After　a　two　years’　struggle　we　were　just　beginning　to　do　well；　and　had　there　been　no　war　I　think　this　would　have　developed　into　a　very　thriving　concern。　Latterly　we　have　been　clearing　at　the　rate　of　over　2000　pounds　a　year　。　。　。　。
In　a　letter　to　my　mother；　dated　May　4；　1881；　my　wife　says：
The　High　missioner；　to　whom　we　have　let　the　house；　is　also　expected；　so　I　fear　Jack　will　arrive　to　find　us　in　rather　a　muddle。　We　shall　have　to　live　in　a　kind　of　picnic　fashion；　I　expect　for　about　a　fortnight；　as　our　house…ro