The age-herald., 1900-01-19
BRILLIANT WORK OF
 A CORRESPONDENT

Correspondence of the Associated Press.
 London, January 10.-Some of the most brilliant work In the way of descriptive writing ever done by British war corre- spondents has been appearing in the Lon- don papers during the last few days. Ben- nett Burleigh's splendid description of the battle of Colenso, which was cabled In part by the Associated Press is not one bit finer than the account of Magersfontein by the correspondent of the Daily News. After tracing the terrible suffering by the High land brigade at Magersfontein. the Daily News correspondent thus writes of the burial of General Wauchope:
 Three hundred yards to the rear of the little township of Modder river, just as the sun was sinking in blaze of African splen- dor, on the evening of Tuesday, the 12th of December, long shallow grave lay ex- posed in the breast of the veldt To the west the broad river, fringed with trees. ran murmuringly to the eastward the heights still held by the enemy, scrowled menacingly; north and south the veldt un- dulated peacefully. A few paces to the northward of that grave fifty dead High flanders lay, dressed as they had fallen on the field of battle. They had followed their chief to the field and they were to follow him to the grave How grim and stern these men looked they lay face up- ward to the sky with great hands clenched in the last death agony, and brows still knitted with the stern lust of the strife in which they had fallen. The plaids dear to every Highland clan, were represented there, and as I looked, out in the distance, came the sound of the pipes. It the general coming to join his men. There, un- der the eyes of the enemies, moved with slow and solemn tread all that remained of the Highland brigade. In front of them walked the chaplain with beared head, dresed in his robes of office; then came the pipers with their pipes, and behind them with arms reversed moved the Highlanders. dressed in all of the regala of their regi- ments and in their midst the dead general. borne by four of his comrades.
 "Out swelled the pipes to the strains of the Flowers of the Forest now ringing proud and high ur1til the soldiers heads went back in naughty defiance. and eyes flashed through tears like sunlight
 
 a mother for her frst-born, the proud heads dropped until they rested on heaving chests. and :ears rolled down the wan and scared faces, and choking sobs broke through the solemn rhythm of the march of death.
 Right up to the grave they marched, then broke away in companies, until the general lay in the shallow grave with ch nf a1 Only the dead mans son and small rem nant of his officers stood with the chap lain and the pipers while the solemn ser vices of the church were spoken.
 ''Then once again the piper pealed out Lcchaber, Lochaber No N:ore,' cut through Uhe stiffness like a cry of pain until one could almost hear tine widow in her High land home moaning for the soldier sne would welcome back no more. Then, as If touched by the magic of one thought, the soldiers turned their tear ar-damp eyes from the still form in the shallow grave toward the heights where Cronje, the l.on of Af- rica, and his soldiers stood. Then every cheek flushed crimson, and the strong jaws set like steel. That look from the silent men spoke more eloquently than ever spoke the tongues of orators; for each drowning face the spirit of vengeance sat, and each sparkling eye asked silently for blood. God help the Boers when nex1 Highland prcolrch sound. God rest the Boers' souls when the Highland loayonets charge, fer neither death nor hel-nether things above things below-wll hold the Scots back from their blood feud
 At the head of the grave at the point nearest the enemy the general was laid to sleep, his officers grouped around him, While in line behind him his soldiers were laid in a double row wrapped in their bfan- kets. No shots were fired over the dead men resting peacefully. Only the salute was given, and then the men marched cempward as the darkness of evening roll ed over the stretching breadth of the veldt. To the gertle woman who bears the gen. erals name, the Highland Brigade send their deepest sympathy. To the member and the wives, the sisters and sweethearts in ithe cottage home by the hillside lahey send love and good wishes-sad will their Christmas be, sadder the New Year Yet, enshrsned in every womanly heart, from queen and empress to college girl, let their memory le-the memory of 'Jle men of the Highland Brigade who died at Magers- fontein."