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nArE or THE BoER WoMEy.
THEY Cannot Become Rcconciied to the
British,

Correspondence the Associated Press)
London, Aug. Awhile events in South
Africa no longer move with their for
mer rapidity and the closing scenes of
the war may lack the theatrical effect
which characterized their opening, the
correspondents still find much of in
terest to chronicle in the constantly
Transforming scene. The spectacle is
much like that Of the early 'reconstruc-
ticn days" of the United States during
the later sixties when the tales of per-
sonal valor had given way to those of
heroic devotion to a waning cause.
"rhe men are still sullen, the women
arc still drumile and sour" writes John
Stuart of the Morning Post describing
the Transvaal women about Krugers-
dorp. LAS I have often before remark
ed, these women hate us with hatred
as cruel as the grave.
"'Send me a wounded Englishman,
wrote young woman of the place to
her lover outside Ladysmith, for I want
to watch him die.
THAT was common request found in
letters from all over the country, mostly
dated from Krugersdorp. And now
Tommy Atkins pervades Krugersdorp
and addresses the young women who
had such kind hopes for him in Ian
guage which Mary Jane of Chelsea
would think facetio us. He MEANS. Meth
err unkindness or uncivility. Only these
poor women are not in frame of mind
to understand his large friendly heart.
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sea would be a little annoyed If she
could see his simple overtures of peace.
They are very frank, but here they are
very futile. But I am going to tell you
story which shows that there Is some
thing akin to nobility in this passionate
hatred Of the women. On Monday
night Transvaal flag was f1oated over
the house Of Phanie Koch, who Is
brother of the man who was wounded
to the death at Elandsgaate. A trooper
saw the flag and hauled it down. Next
morning Mrs Koch, with impudent
femininity, had another hoisted. An
officer ordered it's removal. She called
him into her sitting room and rallied at
him at considerable length. 'Ah,' she
cried, you can take away our flags. and
yUu can ldhe away Oui independence,
but you cannot take away our spirit
Thereupon she opened a tinkling cot
tage piano and played the Transvaal
'Volkseid, singing the words in a voice
that shook with age and rage
Pretty tune said the officer, what
is it? Play it again, please But she
only shook her first in his face She was
speechless. Poor, wild woman. If she
had been English or American she
would have found a Whittier to put the
pathos of the scene into jingling verse
for the school books.
"The builders &C New South Africa
have a hard and difficult soil to work on
and nothing can be gained by hiding or
ignoring the fact. Already an ex-com-
mandant is foretelling fresh outbreak
of rebellion within two years. And many
men who have given UP arms promise
us another round in the race war with
its ensuing complications. Wait, they
say, till we see England with it's hands
full and you will find the whole country
aflame. For this reason I plead for ex-
amples. We should not be sa tisfied
as we are too often satisfied in our easy
going way with the surrender of an old
fashioned rifle and twenty or even fifty
rounds of ammunition.
There We're enough Mausers in the
Transyaal al the beginning of the war
to supply every Boer in South Africa
twice over. Our returns will soon prove
that we have not received anything like |
half of these"