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<p> <span style="font-size: 175%;">"A Subaltern in Three Reigns"</span><br />
 
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(i.e. Queen Victoria, King Edward VII, and King George V). </p>
 
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<p> <span style="font-size: 175%;">Major J. F. de F. Shaw</span><br />
 
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R.A. (retired)</p>
 
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1932<br />
 
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=VOL. I=
 
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===Services, Promotions etc.===
 
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2nd Lieut. (from rank S. African Forces) R.F.A. May 1900<br />
 
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Lieut. - R.F.A. Jan 1902<br />
 
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Lieut. - R.G.A. (by exchange) Sept 1902 <br />
 
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Capt. R.G.A. May 1913<br />
 
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Major R.G.A Dec 1915<br />
 
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to retired pay (and Major Reserve of Officers) Dec 1921<br />
 
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===Appointments etc.===
 
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Served with g.o. Dept Oct 1908 - Aug 1910<br />
 
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Chairman of Parish Council, Port Royal, Jamaica and Justice of the Peace for Kingston Ja. 1919-20<br />
 
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Courts Martial Officer, Belfast, Nov 1920 - Oct 1921.<br />
 
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===Recapitulation of Stations, Movements, etc. 1899 - 1921===
 
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VOLS I to V<br />
 
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1899 Sept,, S. Africa - Johannesburg<br />
 
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1899 Oct., Pietermaritzburg<br />
 
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1899 Oct., Durban<br />
 
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1899 Nov., Pietermaritzburg<br />
 
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1899 Dec., ?Lentcourt?<br />
 
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1900 Jan., Pretoria<br />
 
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1900 July, ?Nereeinging? <br />
 
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1900 Aug., Kroonstadt <br />
 
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1900 Oct., Cape Town <br />
 
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1900 Nov., ?Ingayani? <br />
 
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1901 Jan., De Jagers Drift <br />
 
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1901 Oct., Fort York <br />
 
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1901 Oct., Zululand <br />
 
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1901 Nov., Seychelles Inlands <br />
 
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1901 Nov., Bombay <br />
 
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1901 Dec., Multan <br />
 
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1902 Feb., Bombay <br />
 
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1902 Oct., Fort Attock <br />
 
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1902 Oct., Judia <br />
 
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1903 Feb., Aden <br />
 
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1903 Sept., ?Gitrea? (leave) <br />
 
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1903 Oct., Aden <br />
 
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1904 May, ?Vranlunes? (leave) <br />
 
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1904 Sept., Dthala (Aden) <br />
 
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1905 Jan., Aden <br />
 
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1907 Aug., Neruet (Pyrenes) leave <br />
 
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1907 Sept., England leave <br />
 
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1907 Nov., Malta <br />
 
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1908 Aug., ?Muricle? (leave) <br />
 
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1908 Oct., Malta <br />
 
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1908 Oct., ?Fereyepore? <br />
 
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1909 July, Kashmir (leave) <br />
 
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1909 Sept., ?Ferozgsore? <br />
 
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1910 July, Quetta <br />
 
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1910 Dec., ?Peuabroke? Dock <br />
 
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1911 Sept., ?Worluiek? <br />
 
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1913 June, ?Faro Peking" (leave) <br />
 
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1914 Jan., ?Taying? <br />
 
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1914 April, Singapore<br />
 
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1915 Nov., Singapore<br />
 
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1920 June, England (leave)<br />
 
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1901 Nov. - Durban to Bombay<br />
 
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1902 Sept. - London to Bombay<br />
 
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1903 Mar. - Aden to Bombay<br />
 
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1903 Apr. - Bombay to Aden<br />
 
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1905 Apr. - Gib. to London<br />
 
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1907 Sept. - Bordeaux to London<br />
 
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1915 Oct. - Kobe to Singapore<br />
 
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===Contents, Pages===
 
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Ch I - S. African War, 1899 - 1901 - Vol 1 - 4 - 85<br />
 
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Ch II - India 1901 - 03 (Vol I - 86 - 102)<br />
 
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Ch III - Aden 1903 - 05 Vol II - 12 - 63<br />
 
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Ch IV - Gibraltar 1905 - 07 Vol II - 64- 95<br />
 
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Ch VI - Fresh Quarters Vol III - 12 - 33<br />
 
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Ch VII - Courts of Inquiry and Boards Vol III - 34 - 41<br />
 
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Ch VIII - India - 1908 - 10 Vol III - 42 - 81<br />
 
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Ch IX - Home Service 1910 - 12 Vol III - 82 - 98<br />
 
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Ch X - Singapore 1912 - 16 Vol IV - 1 - 9<br />
 
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Ch XI - The Kings Birthday Vol IV - 10 - 17<br />
 
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Ch XII - Singapore (Contd) Vol IV - 18 - 53<br />
 
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1911 - A Try to the Italian Colony of ?Eritua? (R. a. ?s?)<br />
 
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1914 - The Italian ?Virtue" at ?Aderva? (R. M. S. ?o?.)<br />
 
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In the matter of September 1899, I held a position in the Cyanide Works of a gold mining company in Johannesburg, South Africa. At this period, war with the South African Republic was regarded as a certainty. The Bloemfontein Conference had ended in a deadlock. The British government, having allowed itself to be unduly influenced by a gang of jew and american financiers serving their own ends had expected it's determination to be "firm", as far as affairs in the Transvaal were concerned. Meanwhile the burghers of both the South African Republic, and the Orange Free State, Continued with their military preparations. The British regular troops in S. Africa had recently been strengthened and irregular corps were even being secretly raised on the Rand, from the Utilander population.
 
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If, however there warlike preparations were regarded with favor by the capitalists they were received with very different feelings by the working community. The main excuses for bringing about a state of war were firstly, the excessive taxation and high cost of living and production which affected the mining industry and secondly, the alleged lowering of British prestige, by the insults offered to British subjects by the Boer government.
 
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But we of the working community had little to complain of under the burgher rule! Wages were high and compared favorably with other countries. Taking my case, I was getting from £20-0-0 a month as a minimum to £25-0-0 as a maximum, as a young man 24 in the Cyanide works of a gold mine which was quite three time as much as I could have earned in a London office. Also I received free quarters. For ????, I paid £8-0-0 a month, so I was living well within my income. and other trades were paid in similar proportion. Stonemasons & carpenters earned ^ 30|0 a day, fitters ^20|0i whilst two miners, working under ground in partnership (on day and night shifts), could easily make £70-0-0 a month each! and again we found, that so long as we kept the law, and behaved ourselves as good citizens should, we suffered no insults or inconveniences, from the Boers. In addition, we fully realized that a restoration of the Transvaal to British rule would be entirely for the benefit of the capitalist and a general all around reduction of wages would most certainly result. So it is scarcely to be wondered at if we were not very enthusiastic over the prospects of a campaign! (*1)
 
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''Picture of South Africa with hand marked red lines under the following towns: Pretoria, Johannesburg, Lourenco Marques, Kroomstad, P.Maritzburg, Durban, and Cape Town. Dotted lines drawn in the ocean between Lourenco Marques and Durban and Durban and Cape Town.''
 
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Durban Oct. 1899.<br />
 
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The mine on which I worked suspended operations a day or two before the end of the month, and on the following evening I took the train for Lourenco Marques (Delaga Bay), this being the only line left open to us at the date, the Boers having seized all the other ones. We travelled packed in cattle trucks - all railway carriages having been commandeered to take the burghers to the front. The journey took about 27 hours and was uncomfortably warm, especially the latter part which was through sub-tropical country. However a good nights rest at the hotel soon restored us. A steamer (the "Arundel Castle") was waiting in the harbour to convey the refugees to Durban. We had a few hours, however, to look around the place before embarking. Lourenco Marques we found to be a picturesque town; with a ridge of heights at the back, dotted with red roofed villas peeping out of the green trees. The harbour is one of the finest in the world.
 
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Fortunately, the weather was fair, and in the evening of the second day we made Durban. There in the harbor we found four or five transports, just arrived from Bombay with various infantry and cavalry regiments. The groups were being disembarked as quietly as possible, and pushed up to Northern Natal as rapidly as possible by rail.
 
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I spend a month at Pietermaritzburg, and then seeing no prospects of an early termination of the war, I decided to "join up." The corps I selected was the Imperial Light Infantry, which was just then being raised at Durban and also at the capital. Having successfully passed the doctor, I, with others, was allotted a railway warrant to Durban, where the battalion was to be trained as first. Whilst waiting for the train, I proceeded to take stock of my future comrades-in-arms, with the view of seeing what sort of "cannon fodder" we would be likely to make. They appeared to comprise all grades of society but the majority were of the working ?elanes?.  Here and there, a medal ribbon denoted the old soldier. Before entering the train, the role was called by an official from the enlistment bureau.
 
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The Imperial Light Infantry consisted of eight companies on the lines of a regular infantry battalion, with a strength of over 1000 of all ranks. With the exception of the C. O. & adjutant, who were regulars, the officers were for the most part without military experience. Amoungst the "other ranks", however thee was a fair sprinkling of men who had soldiered in some form or other previously. For my part I had held a ??snbaltesni?? commission in the Militia at home for these years, and others had served in the Volunteers, or in colonial corps in S. Africa, and a few had even been in the ranks of the regular army.
 
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I found myself posted to "C" company, and having ??dise?ered?? my tent, proceeded to help the others to settle down! 15 men were allotted to a bell tent, which was rather a square. Each man lay at night with his feet to the pole using his kit as a pillow. The rifles (when issued later) were strapped to the tent pole. Fortunately, all the men in my tent (with on exception) were clean, sober, and respectable fellows, and contributed to make things as comfortable as possible. As regards the one exception, he showed a decided tendency to return to the tent at the hour appointed for "lights out" in that condition best known in the military parlance as "Unfit to go on guard" at the same time experiencing a desire to fight everybody in the tent.
 
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However, certain decidedly firm, not to say drastic, measures taken, prevailed and a day or two later our friend found it expedient to apply for a transfer to another company, which was granted. From this time onwards, we were quite a happy family!
 
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At 7.30, the parade was dismissed, and at 8.0 breakfasts were served. This meal consisted of a pint of coffee per man with as much of the days bread ration as he cared to consume. As regards the daily ration there in the field amounted to 1 lb of bread, 1 lb of fresh or tinned meat and 1 lb of potatoes or preserved vegetables. In addition, a grocery ration of small quantities of coffee, tea, sugar, salt and pepper, was issued. As the war progressed , however, the field rations were considerably improved and much luxuries as bacon, jam and cheese were included. For the moment, there was a "dry" canteen in camp, where milk, butter, eggs, sardines etc. could be bought at very moderate prices. As we of the ?G. L. G.? drew pay at 4/6 a day, or against the 1/0 of the regular soldier, we could well afford to supplement our ration in this respect and lived on the whole very well. Also we were allowed to buy beer at the "wet" canteen to the extent of a 2  pints a day, one at 12.00 noon and the other in the evening (6.0 pm to 9.0 pm.)
 
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(continued paragraph) the 15 lbs of potatoes drawn by the ?? mess. Then he had to clean out the large oval camp kettle in which the breakfast coffee had been made, and fill it with clean water for the dinner meal. At 12.45 pm he fetched the dinner from the cookhouse, and divided them out to the 15 men. After dinner, he had the washing up to do, and clean out the kettle and again fill it with fresh water for the tea meal, which was served at 4.0 pm. He was also held responsible for the tidying of the ground in the immediate vicinity of the tent, and had to take their meals to any men of the tent who might be confined in the guard room. In fact, he generally went to bed at night with the comforting reflection that he had earned his pay!
 
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On the third day after arrival at Durban, the battalion paraded for the ceremony of "swearing in". Up-to-date we had only been provisionally enlisted, and were bound by no oath of allegiance! The ceremony was performed by a magistrate, who took us by sections, & we duly took oath "to serve H. M. The Queen for 18 months, or for much longer period as might be required of us." This latter rather vague phrase, however, was regarded with suspicion by many, who seemed to consider that they had bound themselves down for the term of their natural lives!
 
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Our daily parades, as described above, continued with monotonous regularity. The only variation being a bathing parade in the sea, three times a week. Up-to-date, having received no uniform, we had to preform all drills & duties in plain clothes. After a fortnight sojourn at Durban, however, an issue of kit was announced. But our hopes in this respect so long defunct, were destined to be dashed to the ground!
 
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For in place of the complete field kit and equipment as issued to the regular soldier, and also to all the other irregular corps already raised (much as the Imperial Light Horse, Thorny crofts Mounted Infantry, Bethune Mounted Infantry, etc. etc.) all we got was - 2 suits of khaki drill (civilian pattern and of a quality usually worn by Kafirs) a pair of blue ?puttees?, a soft hat (colonial pattern), a pair of ?arckle? boots, and a military great coat. The only articles included in this ?trousscan? which were any good at all were the boots, which were of the pattern issued to the regular soldier. No shirts, socks, or underclothing, were issued at all, and in this respect we had to put our hands in our pockets and purchase what was necessary. The great coats were all "condemned" by the ordinance Dept. as "unserviceable" and mostly bore dates of issue of many years back. The one I got for instance, was dated 1872! In addition, many of these coats were verminous and had to be fumigated. It was disgraceful that we should have been treated like this in the way of kit, especially as it transpired later, that a complete equipment had been sent out from England for the battalion, but there had been some "dirty work" somewhere, and some other unit got the stuff instead of us.
 
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(continued paragraph) since our formation, we found ourselves encamped alongside regular troops. A battalion of the 60th ?Rifle? occupied the adjourning lines, and the barracks of the peace garrison were also full up. In addition, fresh units were daily arriving, and being pushed up to the front. The day after our arrival, we were issued with some further equipment in the form of a full waist belt and ammunition pouch, a haversack, water bottle, and a leather bandolier for ammunition. And two days later, rifles and bayonets were given out. Obsolete Martini-Henris (as to be expected) but brand new Lee-Enfields of the ?latent? army pattern! It really looked as if the authorities had made a mistake! In addition, an issue of a second pair of boots, a jersey, and a woollen cap, was made. This, however, was intended to complete our field equipment for the present.
 
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(continued paragraph) So a week later, we were moved up the line to Estcourt, as we now entered the war zone, every N.C.O. and man was issued out with 70 rounds of ball ammunition which had to be carefully guarded, and checked daily on parade.
 
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We halted on the near bank of the broad river spanned by a bridge, and as soon as dismissed the majority went down to bathe while the dinners were being prepared. After a satisfying meal, the rest of the day was mostly given up to sleep. Before starting off next morning, an additional 50 rounds of ball ammunition per man was issued. This was carried, partly in the bandolier, the remainder in the haversack.
 
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After a meal we lost no time in turning in so as to get as much rest as possible. The night was dark, with a slight frizzle of rain, and generally favourable for night operations. At the appointed hour, we were roused and after having been warned to observe strict silence, with no lights or smoking, we slowly filed off by companies. Native guides led the column up the hill by a steep and rocky path, rendering progress very slow. After some hours of climbing, we gained a small plateau where we were told that the battalion would halt until daybreak.
 
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It must have been about 11:0 AM that a stall officer suddenly appeared in out front, as we stood awaiting orders. He had lost his helmet, and was bleeding from a slight wound in the head. In his hand he held a slip of paper, and called for our C.O. at this moment, there were only three companies of us present, the other five companies under the colonel having been detached somewhere a short time before. So the captain of "C" company, as the senior officer present, stepped forward.
 
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Five British battalions were wedged into a small and narrow plateau, of a frontage and depth barely big enough to hold one battalion! And again, the position held by the forming line was not even the actual summit (as supposed), since the ground sloped gently upwards for about 60 years in our front terminating in a line of boulders, which was held by the Boer front line and greatly to their advantage, being quite concealed from view, or fire, or our firing line!
 
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On gaining the foot of the hill, we were mustered, and told to fall in by units. There were in all about 170 prisoners of which the Imperial Light Infantry totaled 28. There was only one officer included in this capture Captain F----, of the Lancashire Fusiliers, who was wounded in both arms.
 
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About 10.0 AM, we halted at a river where we were able to indulge in a greatly needed wash. Again at midday, a second halt, where a meal of Biltorg and biscuit was again issued. There as again until dusk, where we were halted, and bivouacked in the open as before.
 
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A portion of plates, cups, cutlery etc, was also issued to each man. Wood for firing was drawn weekly, and in their respect the authorities showed surprising liberality, and we could take as much as we cared to carry to our quarters. However, their generosity proved false policy in the end, for towards the end of our sojourn the supply became alarmingly low, and in fact for the last week before release ceased altogether, so that many units were reduced to burning their wooden bed steads, to provide the wherewithal to cook their food.
 
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For recreation, football was played in the big field, and camp concerts were organized from time to time in the evenings. There were a few books sets of ?draughlets? & chessmen etc. to be had. We were allowed to receive letters and newspapers, and dispatch letters, all of course strictly subject to censor. The spiritual needs of the prisoners were attended to by ministers of the ?uasian? denomination from Pretoria. All church services, however, were attended by an English speaking Boer, to ensure that no official information was imparted.
 
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The damp dragged on, and nearly every day a fresh batch of prisoners would arrive, either large or small. We learnt of the relief of Ladysmith, of Roberts slow but steady progress up-country, and of the various battles fought, won, or lost, as the case might be. As regards the chances of  the Boers making a final stand at Pretoria, there was much difference of opinion in the camp. The Transvaal Government, however, had for years past been constructing forts on the heights encircling the town, and now had no less than six of these works all heavily armed with the pattern of gun from Krupp. So a siege would amount to a formidable undertaking, to which the War office were well aware, and had included in the expeditionary force a mighty siege train, equipped with all the latest guns and appliances - all to be wasted however, as the Boers vacated the capital without even half an hours opposition!
 
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Some few attempts at escape were made during our sojourn at Waterval, but none of them bore fruit. It was a comparatively easy matter to wriggle through the wire entanglement by night, between two sentry posts, as the sentries nearly always went to sleep, and there appeared to be no system of visiting them to test their alertness. But to cross the border into Natal (the nearest British Colony) was a different proposition altogether! The country was far too carefully patrolled to admit of this, and in every case the fugitives were brought back within a few days. The punishment was 24 hours internment in a cell, on bread and water.
 
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About the middle of march, certain prisoners conceived the idea of constructing a tunnel under the outer wire fence, by which escape could be affected. The work commenced inside on of the shelters, by sinfling a vertical shaft for a certain depth, thence a horizontal tunnel, to be shored up with timber, and continued for some distance beyond the fence, where a second shaft would afford accent to the open veldt. The work was carried out with the greatest secrecy by night, all traces being carefully covered up by day. The scheme, however, was doomed to failure, for somehow or other the staff got wind of it. The result being, that the Boers placed a machine gun 200 yds. outside the camp, & commanding it.
 
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It is astonishing how easily some people are duped! Here we had the Boers, of both the Orange Free State and South African Republic, a race of patriarchal, god-fearing, farmers, content to live on their land and earn a modest competence "by the sweat of their brow", and at the head of the state, Paul Kruger, with his gang of advisers and ministers, renegade Germans, Dutchmen, Swedes, Austrians and even Irishmen, probably the biggest scoundrels unhung in the whole globe! And all with unprecedented cunning breathing poison into the ears of the simple minded burghers, and promising them their share of the vast mineral wealth of the two countries, if only they would hang on and eject the British invader, which was bound to come about soon, since the British resources were nearly exhausted!
 
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And in this manner, affairs drifted on until the end of May, when at last we began to realize that the end was not far off. The next thing we learnt was that Roberts had crossed the Vaal river, with the enemy in full retreat, and now for the first time, the Boer guards began to show signs of uneasiness. The climax came a day or two later, when we were roused from our beds at midnight, by the arrival of a number of British officers who had been interned at "The Birdcage" at Pretoria. Amongst these was Lord Rosslyn, who had come out from England as a newspaper correspondent, and whose book "Twice Captured" made a great sensation a few years later. These officers now informed us that our release was merely a question of a few days, but that we would be well advised to keep quite and allow events to work their natural course. These same officers had been obviously sent by the Boers, who, realizing that the game was up, desired to avoid any emente on the part of the 400 prisoners in Waterval. And so, excited as we were at the prospect of release,we remained calm enough, until a few mornings later when we were rewarded by the sight of a line of British Cavalry scouts, advancing on the camp. And no sooner had they appeared, than the Boer guards disappeared to a man.
 
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With the withdrawal of the sentries, the wire fence was trampled down, and there was a general rush to greet the new comers. And they had much news to impart. Johannesburg had been occupied without opposition, likewise the Boers had evacuated Pretoria, and dispersed to the country, to carry on (as subsequently transpired) a protracted "guerrilla" warfare.
 
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The journey to the capital did not take more than half an hour. On arrival, we found ourselves relegated to the race course where we were to bivouac for the night!
 
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The following morning, the whole of the returned prisoners-of-war were paraded for inspection by Lord Roberts. The Commander-in-chief did not keep us long on parade, and the only remark I overheard him make, as he rode down the line, was to the effect that we did not look up to much in the way of work.
 
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And so the point at issue, as to whether we should, or should not draw pay for the period of our long internment, was settled once and for all, and satisfactorily. Also our surrender was judged as quite justified, under the circumstances. We spent five miserable days, and still more miserable nights, at the Racecourse, during which period the majority of the regular ex-prisoners-of-war were drafted off to their regiments. On the sixth day, those left of us were transferred to "The Birdcage" which had been used as a prison camp of officers, up to the date of Roberts entry into the capital. Here at least, we were warm at night, being housed in wooden buildings. The rations however, were still scanty, but then it must be recollected that there was but a single line of railway communicating with the base at Cape Town, and that supply trains were daily being captured by the enemy. So with so many thousands of mouths to feed, the supply problem became a difficult one.
 
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During the day, the whole of the colonial details were paraded, and all except us five of the Imperial Light Infantry, packed off down country by the first train, the reason being, that they all belonged to mounted corps, and were required for mounted infantry work. We, however, were given to understand that we were to remain where we were for the present, until arrangements could be made to send us back to our regiment, which was then in Northern Natal, somewhere in the Newcastle district.
 
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Then again, there was a good deal of trench digging to be done, to render the post defensible. And then again, a nightly patrolling of the railway line from Kip River to Meyerton, the first station down the line, and 12 miles distant, had to be carried out. One's turn for this duty came round about every ten days. The patrol rested at Meyerton all next day, and returned to Klip River the next night. It was on one of these occasions that I ?scraped? acquaintance with a detachment of the Cambridge University Volunteers, who were doing duty at Meyerton.  They gave me a good meal, and we exchanged reminiscences of the war.
 
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One of the most useful articles of equipment which was included in this haul was without doubt the mens tin, of which a description will be given. The infantry mens tin is of aluminum, oval in shape, and designed to hold one pint of liquid. It is used in the field for holding tea, coffee, soup, beer, or even food, as occasion my demand. It is provided with an aluminum cover, designed to fit over the top, and about one inch in depth, which is intended also to be used as a frying pan in the field, for cooking bacon, eggs, etc. One side of the tin is flattened, and provided with rings to admit of it being strapped to the back of the waistbelt on the line of march. Also a cover of canvas is provided, to protect it from dirt and weather, when not actually in use.
 
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So at 9.0 am, I duly paraded with one or tow others, before the medical officer. And in this respect, I may mention, we were singularly unfortunate! The doctor was a French-Canadian, a volunteer from Canada, and a more hopeless exponent of his art it would be hard to beat. When it came to my turn, he asked what my symptoms were, I explained that I suffered from loss of appetite, headaches, insomnia, and general debility. He merely shrugged his shoulders, prescribed an aperient pill, and marked the report "Medicine and duty".
 
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"Hospital for you my man," he said "and at once." So a couple of hours later, I found myself embarked in a "down country" train in charge of a Lance Corporal of the Royal Irish Rifles, bound for Vereeniging, on the Vaal River, which place marked the border line between the Transvaal and the Orange River Colony. There, we had a walk of a mile to the field hospital.
 
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As soon as the orderly had passed out of the ward, I proceeded to lok about me. It was a long, low building, in point of fact the hospital of the adjacent Vereeniging Coal Mine, with 2 rows of cots, about 20 in each row, and a passage down the middle. Not more than half the beds were occupied. At the far end of the ward, away from the entrance, was a notice "Wash House."
 
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"Well," he remarked as I finished the last morsel "you're left us the dish, as all events!"
 
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A few days later, I was put on to full rations, and left the hospital ward for a tent outside. And after a week of this, I was gratified by the news that I was to proceed "down country" next day. About a dozen of us constituted the party, all belonging to different corps, and I gathered that our immediate destination was No. 3 general Hospital, Kroonstadt, in the Orange River Colony (formerly the Orange Free State).
 
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The N.C.O. in charge of our party was a sergeant in that highly overrated corps "The City of London Imperial Volunteers" and a poor specimen at that! In private life, so we gathered, he was a member of the London Stock Exchange, and as such, put on more "side" than a young subaltern of the guards would have assumed! on this occasion he distinguished himself by allowing us to pass through Kroonstadt in the night, and to travel a good 200 miles South of that station, before the error was discovered. Then we were bundled out of the train, to await the first up-train back to Kroonstadt. The net result of it all being, that the journey from Vereeniging occupied four days, in place of two, or it should have done.
 
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However, about 1.30 am on the morning of the fifth day, we reached our destination, to find that No. 3 Gerneral Hospital adjoined the station. Owing to the lateness of the hour, we were conducted to a large marquee set aside for the reception of late arrivals. After a bowl of hot soup, which was served out all round, we lost no time in turning in, and needless to say, after four days in cattle trucks, a comfortable bed was fully appreciated!
 
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Next morning, about 9.0 am, we were aroused by a hosptial orderly, and after breakfast, were paraded, and allotted to our respective wards. These consisted of marquees, each intended to accommodate 16 beds. Being now a convalescent patient, I was naturally put in a convalescent ward. The first thing required of us was to proceed to the store, and there to draw the conventional hospital clothing, of blue flannel jacket and trousers, with red necktie, and at the same time to hand in our arms, equipment, and clothing.
 
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Each ward was supervised by a "wardmaster" who was either an N.C.O of N.A.M.C. or else one of a combatant corps, a convalescent patient specially selected for the job. Also, an army sister was allotted to each group of two or three wards.
 
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And as regards these ladies, a few words may be appended. At the date of which I write, the service was known as the Army Nursing Service, but after the death of Queen Victoria in 1901, and the ascenion the the Throne of King Edward, it became to be styled "Queen Alexandra's Imperial Military Nursing Service." They rank as officers, i.e. the most junior grade of Sister or Staff Nurse ranks with a Lieutenant, whilst a Matron-in-Chief ranks with a Colonel. Consequently, the rank and file are required to treat them as such, and to salute them when they pass them. Their devotion to duty, and their unselfish care of their patients, is proverbial. Many of them are officers daughters.
 
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"Just as you please, Miss" replied the patient, feebly, "But as a matter of fact, I've had it washed fourteen times since dinner!"
 
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Of the general treatment in No 3, and in fact in all the other hospitals in which it was my fate to find myself, I have nothing but praise! The food was excellent, and there was no lack of "medical comforts." For instance, as a convalescent enteric patient, I was ordered in addition to the liberal diet, a generous allowance of port wine, and a bottle of stout, daily.
 
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The medical officer in charge of the ward to which I found myself conjoined, was not a R.A.M.C. man, but a civil surgeon who, with many others, had volunteered for service. In this respect we were fortunate, since Doctor X - (as I shall term him) took a great interest in his work, and in each individual case in his charge. The average R.A.M.C. officer was none too popular at this period, and with good reason. The medical qualifications of the army doctor were generally of the lowest. On the other hand, the were often keen soldiers(*). In fact, there was generally too much of the soldier, and too little of the medical man about them. No doubt, the poor pay had a lot to do with it. As a result of the war, the authorities became alice to this, and a substantial increase in emoluments was made. with inducements in specialise. The result was, that a distinctly better type of medical man was attracted to the corps.
 
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Every Saturday morning, the Senior Medical Officer (a Colonel of R.A.M.C.) visited each ward in turn. This was an occasion for an extra amount of "Spit and Polish" for the great man was inclined to be exacting. So directly after breakfast everybody buckled to. Bed cots were adjusted with mathematical accuracy, until they each stood at the prescribed distance of 6 inches from the wall! Rations tins were polished until you could see to shave in them! A few minutes before the Colonel's arrival, the Wardmaster would look in and cast an eye round, to see if each patient took post at the head of his bed, until a sonorous "?Sknn?" from the Sergeant Major announced the Colonel's arrival. Accompanied by the adjutant, Quartermaster, Nursing Sister & Wardmaster, he would stalk majestically through the ward, glaring round in search of some slight irregularity, such as a patient whose hair was too long, or a bed cot not quite square, or something of the kind. However, as he seldom stayed more than a minute (if so long) it was soon over!
 
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The daily routine at No 3, General Hospital was as under. Reveille at 6.30 am, and after breakfast, each patient had to make up his bed, and clean out that portion of the ward immediately adjacent. At 9:30, the sister came in to take each patients temperature, the same being duly entered up on the progress card. At 10.0, the doctor paid his morning vint. At 11.30, those ordered such comforts as port wine, or extra eggs, received them. Dinner were served at 12:30, and after we had "washed up," a rest until tea time (4.0 pm) was the general rule, followed by a stroll round the camp, and a smoke, in the cool of the evening. On Sundays, we usually had to go to church, and sometimes a concert would be got up.
 
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After some six week in No. 3, I was pronounced well enough to be discharged to the "Convalescent Camp" adjoining the hospital. There we ceased to be hospital patients wore ordinary uniform, and wee available for "light duty." This of course did not include guard, or outpost, duty, or heavy fatigues. As a matter of fact, all I remember having to do was an occasional job, such as peeling potatoes at the cookhouse, or something similar.
 
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From the convalescent camp, "passes" to go down to the town could be had. Not that there was very much to do when you got there, still, it was a change. My first act was to retrieve from the local bank, the sum of £5-0-0, which my father had sent me many months earlier, when I first became a prisoner-of-war, through the American Consul at Pretoria, and which same sum had been following me all over the place, finally landing at Kroonstadt. My second act was to visit a barber, and get relieved of a beard, as well as of a magnificent crop of whiskers, which I had worn for many months, being without a razor. Which accomplished, I returned to camp. There was a Garrison Recreation room in the camp, where light refreshments could be had; also, newspapers and magazines were provided, with facilities for writing letters, etc.
 
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My chief aim now, however, was to rejoin my regiment, via Cape Town, & thence by sea, to Natal. However, I gathered from certain conversation I overheard in my tent, that an early move "down country" was only possible by "greasing the palm" of the Camp Sergeant Major to the tune of s10/0 ''{10 shillings, 0 pence = 0.50 pounds}''. Failing this, men had been known to wait many months, before being shifted.
 
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However, I had a strong objection, on principle, to such a proceeding, so resolved to "sit tight" where I was, and await events. And in due course, my patience was rewarded. Every morning, we were paraded for medical inspection. And one of fine morning, after being about three weeks in the camp, the doctor, after regarding me fixedly for a moment, remarked that he had seemed to have seen my face for some time past. Certain inquiries followed, and as my state of health was pronounced satisfactory, a peremptory order was issued for my immediate transfer to Cape Town, by the first "ordinary train." So I had distinctly "scored off" the Sergeant Major, and saved my s10/0 as well!
 
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The first "ordinary train" which came along bound for "down country," occurred the following morning. And whilst on the subject of trains, it should be stated, that since the military occupation of the country, and the consequent handing over of the railways to the military authorities, "trains" were divided into two categories only. First and foremost, "Troop Trains" of open or closed trucks, as the case might be for the conveyance of troops to any threatened locality. Secondly, "Ordinary Trains," merely goods trains, laden with every conceivable type of store, from coal to preserved meat, for the accommodation of small parties, and details.
 
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There were half a dozen of us in the party. One particular train was laden with coal, so it was on the top of this that we established ourselves. However, from our elevated position, we were afforded an admirable view of the scenery! Bloemfontein was reached at 6.0 pm, and as the train did not proceed further, we were graciously permitted by the Railway Staff Officer, to "dose down" on the railway platform for the night. He also showed us a pump in the garden yard by, where we could wash in the morning.
 
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Cape Town was reached at 4.0 pm on the second day after leaving Bloemfontein. There at the station we were met by an ambulance, and taken, rather to our surprise, to No. 5 General Hospital, on the sea shore. My surprise was at 4.30 pm increased upon being promptly ordered to bed by the Sister-in-charge of the ward to which I was allotted! However, it seems that by some error our cases had been marked "Enteric" in place of "Convalescent" on the documents accompanying us, and so I was sent to hospital with the rest of the party, instead of to Maitland Convalescent Depot, where we should have gone to.
 
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Now once again, I had to approach the "powers that be" about getting round to Durban by sea. The main difficulty seemed to be a steamer, however. However, after some weeks of waiting the arrival of the P. & O.S.S. "?Sirnla?" from Southhampton, en route to Natal, was announced. She was fitted up as a hospital ship, and was now returning empty, except for the crew and hospital staff, to fill up again at Durban. So passage in this ship were taken for myself, and four others also found for Natal. At the appointed hour we were all five paraded by a Lance Corporal, whose duty it was to "embark" us.
 
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This particular corporal who conducted us belonged to the regular cavalry, and carried out his duties with a studied precision. having found the S.S. "Sirnla", he took us on board, found out where we were to sleep, showed us where to stow away our kits, where to draw hammocks & how to sling them when drawn, and where to obtain the necessary crockery etc. for our meals. All this done and our "documents" having been entrusted to an N.C.O. of the R.A.M.C. the corporal was preparing to depart, when one of the party, a burly private of South Africa Horse, called him back.
 
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{continued paragraph} yourselves as comfortable as you can for the night. Report to me again at my office to--morrow morning at 8.0 am!" With which instructions he withdrew.
 
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But to secure this, demanded certain amount of initiative, and in this respect the officer was generally as deficient as the soldier!  And when you come to think of it, what had been his early bringing up? A Public School, where games had always been the predominant factor, and all learning reduced to a minimum! Next, Sandhurst, where he at least learnt to wash himself, and how to use his knife and fork at table, but where he acquired about as much practical knowledge, military or otherwise, as might be placed on a sixpenny bit! And next, his regiment! After undergoing a "recruit officers" course of barrack square drill, gymnastics, etc. he is relegated to regimental duty. And how does he spend his time! In barrack square drill, as before, (an exercise of not the smallest value in war). In purely routine duties in barracks, such as mounting and visiting guards, inspecting cook houses, counting greasy coppers in the canteen, inspecting barrack rooms and kits, and checking socks and flannel shirts in the Quartermaster's store! And these so called "duties" occupied nine months of each year! For the remaining three months, "Field Training" (so designated) was carried out, on a progressive scale, commencing, in the infantry, with company training, and terminating with Divisional training. But again, these courses were of but slight practical value. To commence with, the number of working days allotted was too short, and the interdiction afforded was hampered by strict adherence to the principles laid down in the training manuals,
 
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Next morning, after a badly needed wash at a public bath establishment hard by,and a breakfast at the Soldiers Institute, we duly presented ourselves to our benefactor of the day before (i.e. The Disembarkation Staff Officer) who hard by now so far recovered from the shock of our arrival of the previous evening, as to be capable, (with the assistance of his clerk), of issuing us with railway warrants as far as Pietermaritzburg. So to the capital we duly proceeded. On arrival, we were relegated to the Show Ground, where we found various other Colonial details also awaiting despatch to their corps. And here again, "red tape" and general lack of organization, prevailed, and it was at least a week before I was finally dispatched "up country", to join the Imperial Light Infantry, which corps I now ascertained, was stationed at Ingagané, between Dundee and Newcastle, in Northern Natal, & on the main line off railway.
 
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"C" company were very much surprised to see me again in the land of the living, since rumors of my death in hospital at Vereeniging, after being taken there from Klip River, had filtered through. I found a packet of mail letters awaiting me, including one from my father, who had been writing all over the place to tell me that as commissions in the army were being freely granted from the ranks of Colonial corps, he had duly applied for one for me, and that through the representations of a cousin of the family, namely, Sir Walter Hely-Hutichinson, Governor of Natal, who as a Colonial Governor, had the power of nominating candidates for commissions within his control, I had been granted a commission as Second Lieutenant in the Royal Field Artillery. This was certainly good news, but needed a little reflection before coming to a final decision. To begin with, I should have to live as my pay, that was certain! My fathers circumstances were such, that he could not possibly make me an allowance. Then again, I should be joining the army at a great disadvantage as regards to age, as I was now 26, and the average subaltern joined at 19, from "The Shop*." Still in spite of all this, I resolved to hope for the best, and in deference to the wishes of my parents, to accept the offer.
 
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Another Xmas passed, and as usual was kept quietly. About the middle of January, I was sent for by the adjutant, who told me that my commission was confirmed and that I had been posted to the 69th Battery R.F.A. then stationed at De Jagers Drift near Dundee, Natal, on the Tugela River.
 
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I was taken on to see the Colonel, who shook hands with me and congratulated me, and asked me to dine with the officers that evening. He also suggested that I should wire to my Battery Commander for ten days leave to go down to Pietermaritzburg and get at least enough in the way of kit and uniform to start on.
 
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The reply confirming the leave arriving next day. I left for the capital. The question of uniform, however, was by no means an easy one. The few military tailors in the town were up to their ears in work, and could promise nothing under three weeks. However, the Army Ordnance Dept. came to the rescue, and I was able to purchase from the local Ordnance Depot some ready made khaki clothing and riding breeches, a helmet, cloak, revolver, and Sam Browne belt & underclothing, socks etc. Boots and gaiters I was able to get from an outfitter. Also, on the recommendation of my battery commander, I invested in a "Wolseley Valise" or waterproof sleeping bag designed to hold ones bedding as well as ones kit, on the line of march, and also a little light camp furniture.
 
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As I had been appointed to a commission from the ranks, I was entitled, under the Royal Warrant for Pay and Promotion to an outfit allowance of £100-0-0 {100 pounds}. So whilst at Pietermaritzburg I took the opportunity of calling on the Command Paymaster on the subject. But I found this ?woestley? (a fiery colonel) inclined to be rather sticky on the subject. In fact he told me bluntly that this allowance was only intended to apply to regular soldiers, and not to us of the Colonial Forces, since we were generally of superior social status to the regular Tommy, so should be able to pay for the outfit, or at
 
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However, I did not fall in with this view by any means. I considered that I was entitled to the allowance, and really did not see why I should not have it. Also, my Father's circumstances were none too good, and for I to have bought an outfit would have absorbed the whole of my savings, if not more. So I represented this, and was coldly told that nothing could be done locally, and that I had better write to Cox & Co. about it. This I did, and after a considerable delay, received the money.
 
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Having obtained my kit, I in due course proceeded to Dundee, and thence or by an A.S.C wagon which happened to be going that way, to De Jagers Drift, about 15 miles further on. The battery was under canvas or rather 2 sections of it (each of 2 guns) were at H.Q. the third section being detached to 'Nqutn, in Zululand. The 69th Battery had fought at Talaua Hill, at Elandslaagte, and had undergone the privations of the siege of Ladysmith. The officers serving with the battery were Major F.V. Wing, B.C. Capt Olivier, and Leiuts H.T. Belcher and Chenevix-Trench. The
 
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latter officer, however, was away in Zululand, with the 3rd Section of the other three, Capt. Oliver was promoted Major in the summer of 1901, and retired as soon as peace was proclaimed. Major Wing and Lieut. Belcher were both eventually killed in the European War, in the ranks of Brigadier General, and Major, respectively, as also was Chenevix-Trench (in the rank of Captain).
 
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I found I had plenty to learn on joining the battery. First of al, I had to undergo a preliminary course of riding. this was done under the superindence of the Battery Sergeant Major, in the in the absence of a Riding Master. The drill was conducted in an open ?manege?. The "riding without stirrups" and the barebacked, so necessary to cultivate the necessary muscles, was most painful, but the Battery Sergeant Major was not too exacting, and never kept one too long at the game at a stretch. Also, I had to "learn how to fall off" as very necessary. I was also, as a recruit officer, relegated to a course of "gun drill." The Field Artillery gun of the period was the 15 Pdr. B.L., an obsolete weapon, and hopelessly outranged by the Boer artillery, equipped with the very latest "Krupp" patterns. It was eventually to be replaced by the 18 Pdr. Q.I. a far superior weapon in every sense of the term.
 
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My daily routine, as a recruit officer, was somewhat as follows. Rise at 6.0 am, for early morning "Stables", for the grooming, watering, and feeding, of the 80 or so horses. From 9.0 to 10.0 am riding drill. Then again at 12.00 noon, midday stables. At 2.0 pm, an hours gun drill in the gun park. At 5.0 pm evening stables. As regards the stable duties, the early morning and evening ones were taken by the Battery Orderly Officer, who was detailed weekly from the roll of subalterns. The midday "Stables" was a much more pretentious affair, and was attended by all officers. The Battery Commander personally inspected each horse, before ordering a "turn out." However, I was for the present required to attend early morning, midday, and evening stables, for instructional purposes. Also, since Lieut. Belcher was the only subaltern present with the battery besides myself, I had to take my turn at Battery Orderly Officer. These duties entailed, amongst others, mounting the quarter guard, and visiting the sentries by day and night, visiting the cook house, latrines, etc. taking the horses to water in the river three times daily, and once a week, riding into Dundee to draw pay from the bank, for the weekly payment of the battery.
 
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In the matter of pay, I may state, I drew, as a Second Lieut. the proverbial s5/7 {5 shillings 7 six pence = £0.27} a day , with, an addition, a Colonial allowance of s3/0 {£0.15} and s2/6 {£0.125} Field Allowance, daily {total £0.545 daily}. Also, being on active service,
 
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officers were entitled to draw free rations. There being nothing at De Jagers to spend any money on, we lived very cheaply, & I had no difficulty in managing on my allowances, my pay mounting up month by month at the bank.
 
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After a month or so at De Jagers, my drills were suddenly interrupted by the battery being put on to convoy work. A series of convoys was being organized between Dundee and Vryheid, one of our posts in the Eastern Tranvaal, and four days march from Dundee, the route passing through De Jagers Drift! The two sections of the 69th Battery and two sections from the 67th  Battery at Dundee, used to constitute the escort, with various cavalry and infantry added. After a day at Vryheid, we returned with the empty wagons, which went on to Dundee to load up again. The work lasted about 6 weeks. Occasionally a small party of Boers would be spotted in the far distance, and we would let off a round or two, but they proved slippery customers and always got away. It was during this period that we learnt that the 1st Brigade Division R.F.A. comprising the 13th, 67th and 69th batteries, were under orders to move to India in the autumn. This most certainly appeared good news so far as I was concerned, as had the battery been ordered home, I could most certainly not have afforded to remain in it, on s5/7 {£0.27} a day, which was all one drew at home!
 
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On the other hand, I had been led to believe, that in India, a subaltern could live on his pay. Of this, however, more hereafter!
 
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The convoy work completed, we settled down once more to the normal routine of camp life, and I, more over, to resume my riding and gun drills. Major Wing now left us to command a mobile column, and Lieut. Chenevix-Trench was appointed a D.C. to the G.O.C. Natal District.
 
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A few weeks later, I was "dismissed drill" but only temporarily. The reason being, that it was inconvenient to carry out training and instruction in the field. However, I had still quite a lot to learn, and it all portended to be renewed with vigor under peace conditions, more especially as all the training manuals were under revision.
 
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About this date, reports began to come in that certain Dutch farmers in the neighborhood, who had been known to have assisted the Boers during the early invasion of Northern Natal in October 1899, were now harboring arms and ammunition, in defiance of the regulations forbidding this practice. As a result, we used to make raids from time to time, often with success. When the battery was detailed for this duty, it usually turned out a party of mounted drivers, armed with carbines, under a subaltern, who continued as a rule to put in a little shooting at the same time.
 
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On one particulat occasion, however, the party was commanded by the Battery Sergeant Major, and made a suprise visit to a certain farm hard by, the owner of which was suspected of treachery. A knock at the door produced an old woman, who explained that her old man was out. So the party proceeded to search the house (being an active service, "search warrants" needless to say being dispensed with). First, the living rooms, but nothing wrong there! Next, the Sergeant Major turned the handle of a bedroom door, but found it locked. On demanding the key, the woman told him that he couldn't go in, as her daughter was ill in the bed there. However, the Sergeant Major being firm, the woman, with many protests, gave up the key. On entering the room, the girl was found there in bed right enough. Still a rigid search of the room availed nothing! However, the Sergeant Major was suddenly struck with an idea! For seizing hold of the bedclothes he turned them down to the fullest extent, amidst screams of protest from both woman and lo ' and behold! The bed was full of rifles, lying alongside the girl on either side! The Sergeant Major now turned to the old woman, who, it may be mentioned, was of ample proportions, and after having regarded her critically for a moment, he went on.
 
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Early in September, rumors reached us off a projected raid into Natal by Louis Botha, who was said to be manning forces for this purpose on the Transvaal - Natal border. As a result, the 69th Battery was ordered to send a section of 2 guns up to Vryheid, to strengthen our forces there. Capt. Tapp, of the 67th Battery, was now in temporary command of us, and Lieut. C.H. Clarke had succeeded Lieut. Belcher, posted temporarily to the depot at Pietermaritzburg. Captain Olivier had been by now been promoted to Major, and posted to another battery. Again, one Lieut. Hebert had succeeded Lieut Chenevix-Trench in the command of the detached section in Zululand.
 
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Captain Tapp decided to send Lieut. Charles section to Vryheid, and to accompany it himself, with the requisite battery staff, leaving me in command of the section at De Jagers. A few days after their departure, on the 15th September, Major T- of the Kings Own Royal Lancaster Regt. Commanding the Troops, warned me to be prepared to move out with my section on the 17th. On the afternoon of the following day, we were reinforced by the arrival of Gough's Mounted Infantry, comprising three companies of regular Mounted Infantry, taken from the 60th Rifles, the Cameronians (Scottish Rifles), and Royal Irish Fusiliers respectively. The unit was commanded by one Major Gough, of
 
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I dined that evening with the Mounted Infantry, having previously been warned to be ready to move out at daybreak next morning. During the evening, I gathered that we were intended to function as a punitive mobile column, to penetrate into the Schurveberg Mountains to the west of Vryheid, with the object of breaking up the efforts of the Boer general Louis Botha in that district, where he was said to be concentrating his forces for an invasion of Northern Natal. Further, I learnt that we might be expected to be out for three weeks at least.
 
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Next morning at the appointed hour, the column started off. I took with me the two guns, one ammunition wagon, and one baggage wagon, the latter carrying rations, blankets, waterproof sheets, etc. Such luxuries as tents were of course left behind, as we were intended to bivouac each night in the open. Total about 26 horses, and some 30 N.C.O.s and men.
 
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He had had information from native spies, it so appeared, that a small force of the enemy lay concentrated in the Blood River Poort, a valley penetrating into a low outlying spur of the Schurveberg Mountains and some 8 miles to the N.E. of our present position. And so his scheme was to advance, take them by surprise and (as he sanguinely put it) "Bag the lot."
 
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So off we started, again, at the trot, but changing direction to the North East. Our route now lay over a grassy plain, with indications off low hill in the distance, and to our left. After half an hour or so of this, my horses began to show signs of exhaustion, but we had to push on.
 
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Another 30 minutes brought us abreast of a low ridge of hills, to our left, and about 1400 yards distant. There Gough, who was riding with me, indicated the entrance to the Poort, about a mile ahead.
 
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They were Boers. But the Major only responded - "No they are our men returning" But a minute later, as it became perfectly plain that they were Boers, so Gough shouted to me to retire the guns 1000 yards, and then to bring them into action again. So I mounted my horse, and ordered in quick succession: "Cease firing, prepare to retire, rear lumber up, gallop" and off we started, the I had not gone more than 50 yards or so before on looking round, I saw the section was not following, being in serious difficulties and unable to move, many of the horses being hit by the Boers who were firing from the saddle as they advanced. By the time I had regained the guns, the Boers were tight on top of us, and a regular melee was in progress. I was dragged off my horse, relieved of my revolver, ammunition, and accoutrements, and so stripped of my boots, gaiters breeches jacket and helmet. As also were all the other officers. In the section, we had more half the horses killed or wounded, one gunner killed and two drivers wounded. Sergeant Dorly the "No1" of one of the guns, successfully disabled the breech mechanism of his gun, before capture, thus rendering it useless to the enemy! The Mounted Infantry suffered severely with 14 killed and 25 wounded. The Boers were commanded by General Louis Botha in presence, and their
 
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We were then mustered, and ordered up the Poort to a farm. But before marching off General Louis Botha made a brief inspection, and professed, or pretended to profess, the greatest indignation at the way in which we officers had been treated, in being striped of our clothing etc. However, all this availed nothing, since the "officers" did not appear to exercise the slightest influence over the burghers, who did just as they pleased. Personally, I did not want sympathy. All I needed was my trousers back! On the way up to the farm, I walked alongside a mounted Boer, who told me that we would in all probability not be detained longer than a day or two, since the Boers did not look forward to feeding so many extra mouths having, in fact not too much food for themselves.
 
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On reaching the farm, the wounded were made as comfortable as circumstances admitted, by both the British and Boer medical services, each of whom had administered First aid, so far as possible, before leaving the field of action. Here, an old Boer gave me an overcoat, for I was clad in only pants, shirt, and socks. Fortunately, the weather was warm. On arrival at the we were relegated to the farm buildings for the night. There, we were given a little food. Gough, however, contrived to evade his guards, and to escape on the way up to the farm. Having been stripped like the other officers, he eventually got back, footsore and weary, to De Jagers Drift next day.
 
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On the 23rd September, we proceeded to return to De Jagers. We had lost 26 horses, 2 guns, 1 ammunition wagon, in addition to all stores and baggage. Gough, of course, had been entirely decived by false information regarding the enemy movements and dispositions. Doubtless, the native spies whom he employed were in 'Boer pay as well.' However, this was a case of frequent occurrence inn the South African War.
 
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After a fortnight at De Jagers, I was suddenly ordered to Pietermaritzburg on "special duty." On arrival, I discovered that this duty amounted to proceeding to Fort York, an isolated outpost on the Natal-Zululand border to take over command there, as apparently an invasion by the Boers was now threatened in that quarter.
 
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So to Fort York I duly proceeded, first by rail to Greytown, thence by horse to my destination. On arrival, I found the post to consist of a small blockhouse at the head of a steep and thickly wooded valley, with a garrison of 15 men and a machine gun. There I was detained for five days, and was by no means sorry to be ordered back on the 6th day to Ladysmith to rejoin the 69th Battery, due to embark for India at once.
 
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During my short stay at the blockhouse, I received a visit from an old Zulu Chief. He was most anxious to get hold of a silk top hat, to complete his costume "ál' Anglais." He already, it seemed, possessed the conventional black moruning coat and vest, and cashmere trousers, but no hat! Much to his chagrin, I was unable to oblige him! All I had to offer him was a loaf of stale bread left over from our rations of the day before, which he gratefully accepted, however.
 
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I reached Ladysmith on the third day after leaving Fort York, where I found the guns and horses of the battery had been handed over to 50 Battery, R.F.A. and the "personnel" concentrated to embark of India.
 
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The "Armenian" sailed that same evening for Bombay. And now for the first time I became acquainted with the duties of a subaltern officer on board a transport. To begin with, three officers were detailed for "watch" duty every 24 hours. Each officer did 4 hours on and 8 hours off, in two successive periods, that is to say, the same watches as observed by the Navy & Mercantile Marine. Whilst on watch the officer was required to remain on deck, and to visit all sentries every 2 hours, both by day and night, to ascertain that all was correct. In a big ship like the "Armenian," with so many prisoners to guard, the sentries were of necessity numerous, and amounted to at least 20, if not more. The operation of visiting the mens quarters in the middle of the night, in a tropical sea, and crawling under hammocks to get at the sentry, was not altogether a pleasant one, as can be well imagined. Still it was all in the days work, so had to be done!
 
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In addition to the three subalterns on watch, and "orderly officer" was detailed daily. His duties commenced at "Reveille," when he had to descend to the bowels of the ship to superintend the stowage of hammocks. He also had to supervise the issue of rations, and to visit the various messes, not only of the escort but of the Boer prisoners, at the breakfast and dinner hours, to ascertain if there were any
 
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The weather, though distinctly hot, was glorious. A few days out form Durban, however, the skipper found it necessary to replenish his stock of coal, as the Natal coal with which he had been furnished had turned out to be so inferior as to seriously delay progress. So he decided to put in at The Seychelles Islands, some 300 miles to the N.E. of Madagascar, where he knew he would find a good supply of Welsh coal, as Port Victoria, the capital and port, was a recognized fueling station for the Royal Navy.
 
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So Port Victoria was duly made, and here the "Armenian" anchored and lay off the shore for three days, whilst talking in coal. The Seychelles group consisted of about 50 islands, mostly very small and uninhabited, except by sea fowl. Mahé the principal island, on which is situated Port Victoria, is about 3 miles in length by 1 mile in breath at the center. It is a coral reef, and the wonderful clearness of the water is remarkable. Also the island scenery
 
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Bombay is undoubtedly a beautiful city, and the approach to it from the sea, just before sunset on a fine day (such as that of our arrival) needs to pen of a Kipling to aptly describe! The "Armenian" duly anchored in the stream, and shortly afterwards the Health and Customs Officers, and one or two Staff Officers, arrived on board, and satisfied the customs that we had nothing to declare as subject to duty, they all departed. There was, it appeared, no hurry to disembark us! But then India, as the same illustrious Kipling has remarked in the past "is a slack country."
 
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Having ascertained that there was not the remotest chance of disembarkation before late on the following day, I gladly accepted the invitation of Major Manifold, (commanding the 67th Battery), who was returning to India after many years of absence from that country, to accompany him for a run on shore for an hour or so before dinner, and have a look round. Two other subalterns also made up the party, and we duly chartered one of the many roving boats which swarmed round. The ship, all clamoring for customers. We landed at the
 
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{continued paragraph} returning via the native city. At this hour, the streets were crowed with every variety and caste of native, mostly taking the air in the cool of the evening. Stately parsee, fiery looking Mohammedans, insolent looking Thindor students, Arab Sikhs etc. All jostled one another on the pavement. On nearing the Apollo Bunder, we came to a point where several streets converged, and here a splendidly attired horseman, whom I took to be a sowar of Indian Cavalry, was controlling the traffic. On inquiry, however, it appeared that he was only a mounted policeman! His horse, in the face of such traffic, was very restive and gave him a lot of trouble. , but he sat it superbly.
 
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{continued paragraph} so engaged him in the capacity of bearer (of body servant). Next day, the wily native deferentially approached his new master. "Would master like to go shooting?- good skikar (sport) here! I make good bundobust (arrangements)!" Now the boy was itching to let off his newly acquired 12 bore gun, so readily agreed. So later on in the day, a small procession sallied forth from the camp. First, the subaltern, next the trusty servant, then a Shikari (huntsman), and finally an army of beaters! All of course, engaged at a highly exorbitant rate! And as the sun was setting, the procession returned! In front, the young officer, proud as a peacock! next, the servant, holding out at arms length a fine specimen of the Indian Carrion Crow. (known as a "stork") and at the same time pressing a handkerchief to his nose against the appalling smell from the carcass of the filthy bird! And lastly, the grinning beaters! And after setting up the demands (at about five times the proper rate) the youth gaily sits down and writes to his people at home that he has been out shooting, and has already bagged a fine specimen of the Indian Eagle - (a bird to which, it must be admitted the "stork" bears a strong resemblance, both as regards to size and appearance).
 
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My first step, after arrival, was to submit my application for six months leave. As however, this had to go up to the General Officer Commanding the Northern Army (The forces in India at this date were divided into two armies, the Northern and Southern), some weeks were bound to ensue before a reply could be expected.
 
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The mens dress of this period was still that which had prevailed in the Regiment of many years. It comprised a blue shell jacket with gold lace facings, and hooked up at the top, a scarlet lace cloth waistcoat, with bran buttons all down the front, and a false collar. Also, blue overalls with gold lace stripes, and gilt spurs. Unfortunately, at this period, certain changes in uniform were being made at home. But I really consider it the irony of fate, that on the evening when I donned my new mens kit for the first time, and, feeling rather self conscious, entered the ante-room of the mess, I picked up the London "Times" just arrived by the mail, only to read an extract from an Army Order, canceling the existing mens dress favor of a simple and less expensive pattern! However, there was a rider to the effect that officers in possession of the old dress were allowed four years grace in which to wear it out, which was some slight consolation to me.
 
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I had now to go very carefully into the question of accounts and expenses generally. My pay as a Second Lieut. of R.F.A., at Indian rates, amounted to Rupees 215-00 monthly (about £14-0-0). Mess bills, in which were included club and Gymkhana bills, could hardly be kept below Rupees 150-00 per ?season?! Then there were your servants to consider, and a host of these too! For since, by reason of questions of caste, each servant was only allowed to perform one duty, and unfortunate subaltern, no matter how impecunious, was compelled to keep ( in the Field Artillery) 10, or even 12! These comprised, first and foremost, the bearer or body servant, who looked after your clothes, acted as head servant, and had the ordering of the others. If he happened to be a Mohammedan, he could also act as your "Khitmatghar" or waiter, who attended to your wants at the mess table, but if a Hindoo, he was strictly forbidden by his religion from coming into contact with your food! So in such a case, an additional servant as Khitmatghar was needed. Next, came the "Bheestie" or water carrier, who daily brought you your supply of water in a "goatskin bag" (actually a relic of the
 
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In my particular case, my sevants wages bill worked out to Rs75-00 a month (or £5-0-0). In South Africa, of in England, I would have got off with £1-0-0 (i.e. s10/0 {10 shillings = half a pound} a month each to my servant and groom). In addition, I had to pay a monthly rent for my share of the bungalow which I occupied, and shared with three other officers. I forget the actual amount I had to pay at Multan, but am under the impression that it worked out to Rupees 30-00 per ?season? at least. if not more. (£2-0-0 in English money). Out of India, a regimental officer either received free quarters, or else an allowance to provide for the same. But in India, ones pay was what was known as "consolidated" sums and intended to cover all expenses. In some stations however, Government quarters were provided for unmarried officers at a purely nominal rate, commencing at Rs10-00 a month (s13/4) {13 shillings, 4 pence = 2/3 of a pound} for a subaltern. This, however, was not the case in Multan, where one had to shift for oneself in this respect. But before departing from the subject of Indian servants mentions must be made of the "Chankidar" or night watchmen. As a matter of fact, they are simply members of a race of theves, who enjoy the monopoly of guarding you in the night time. And on the old principle of "honor amongst theves", this section of the community guarantee you immunity from robbery, on condition that you employ them! But should you object to these terms,
 
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Before leaving, however, I found myself confronted with my last months mess bill. This I may add, by reason of the numerous expenses falling on subalterns which I have named, amounted to roughly 50% more than a months pay! So it seemed very essential that I should effect an exchange to a cheaper corps! The R.G.A. afforded advances in this respect, and so my first step on reaching Bombay, was to advertise for an exchange accordingly.
 
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