350 REMINISCENCES OF 



ceasing rain, splashing through pools of muddy- 

 water, ankle deep we slowly made our way to the 

 back of a farm about fifty yards away, where under 

 some huge gum trees a grave had been dug. Several 

 of the firing party who had no cloaks had their 

 waterproof sheets over their shoulders and one man 

 had a corn sack. Colonel Brown read the service, 

 the rain splashing on his little prayer-book. The 

 body was reverently lowered by means of a couple 

 of ammunition belts from a machine gun. The three 

 rounds cracked strangely in the rain-laden air, the 

 water dripping from the rifles. The Fifes marched 

 sorrowfully away leaving their beloved Captain 

 behind them. 



"On Friday, 21st November, Krugersdorf, we 

 entertained Sergeant Pullar at tea. This was really 

 a grand, a sumptuous repast. Many a time has this 

 gentleman given us biscuits in the veldt in our hours 

 of need, papers also to read, so we meant to do the 

 thing well and we did ! A special invitation was 

 sent to Sergeant Pullar by the corporals of the 

 Sussex squadron, parade order optional. We formed 

 a table of biscuit-boxes, which we covered with two 

 recently washed towels. I managed to get a fine 

 effect of table decorations by taking a spotted red 

 handkerchief off my neck and laying it star ways as 

 a centre piece. Then, having begged and borrowed 

 all the tin plates, we covered the table with sardines, 

 tinned tongues, pickles, condensed milk, jam, butter 

 and cake. Sergeant Pullar having arrived with his 



