The morning news. [volume] (Savannah, Ga.) 1887-1900, 1900-04-29
. WILSON DlSTlL'
Baltimore Nd.

viously, when he was captured with Capt.
Cameron's Australian scouts. He was rid
ing with Lambie of the Melbourne Age.
He says:
I'VE had drifted a few hundreds yards
behind the advance party, but were a
good distance in front of the rear guard,
when a number of horsemen made a dash
from the kopjes which we were skirtng.
and the rifles began to speak. There was
no time for poetry; it was a case of "sit
tight and ride hard or surrender and be
made prisoners. Lambie shouted TO me:
Let's make dash, Hales and we made
ii. The Beers were very close to us be-
fore we knew anything concerning their
presence. Some of them were behind us,
and some extended along the edge of the
kopies by which we had TO pass to get
to the British line in front; all of them
were galloping in on US, shooting as they
rode and shouting to us to surrender, and,
had we been wise men, we would have
thrown up our hands, for It was almost
hopeless 10 try to ride through the rain
of lead that whistled around us. 1t was
no wonder we were hit; the wonder to
me is that we were not filled with lead,
for some of the bullets came so close to
me that l think I should know them again
If I met them in shop window. We
were racing by this time Lambie's big
chestnut mare had gained length on my
little veldt pony, and we were not more
than a hundred yards away from the
Mauser rifles that had closed in on us from
the kopjes. A voice called in good Eng
fish: Throw up your hands, you ID
fools! But the galloping fever was on
us both, and we only crouched lower on
our horses backs and rode all the harder.
for even a barn yard fowl loves liberty.
: "'All at once 1 saw my comrade throw
his hands up with a spasmodic gesture.
He rose in his stirrups and fairly bound
ed high out of his saddle, and as he spun
round in the air l saw the red blood on
the white face, and / knew that death
had come to him sullen and sharp. Again
the rifles spoke, and the lead was closer
to me than ever a friend sticks in time of
trouble and l knew in my heart that the
next few strides would settle things The
black pony was galloping gamely under
nv weight Would he carry me safely
out of that line of fire or would he fail
me? Suddenly something touched me on
the right temple II was not Ike blow;
it was not a shock; for half a second I
was conscious: I knew / was hit = knew
that the reins had fallen from my nerve
less hands knew that I was lying down
upon my horses's back and my head
hanging below his throat. Then all the
world went out in one mad whirl Earth
and heaven seemed 10 meet ms if by magic.
NV horse seemed to rise with me, not to
fall, and then-chaos
when next knew I was still on this
planet I found myself in the saddle again,
riding between two Beers, who were sup
porting me In the saddle as swayed from
side 10 side There was q halt a man
with q kindly face took my head in the
hollow of his arm, while another poured
water down my throat. Then they car
ried me to a. shady spot beneath some
shrubbery and lad me gently down. One
man bent over me and washed the blood
Chat had dried on my face, and then care
fully bound up my wounded temple.
began to see things more plainly-a blue
sky above ne; a group of rough, hardy
men, all armed with rifles, around me. 1
saw that l was a prisoner, and when
tried to move 1 soon knew was damaged.
"The same good looking young fellow
with the curly beard bent over me again.
Feel any better now, old fellow2 / stared
hard at the speaker, for he spoke like an
Englishman and a well educated one, too.
Yes, I'm better. I'm a prisoner. ain
J.? Yes Are you an EnglishmanY
asked. He laughed. Not l. he sold; 7 m
a Boer born and bred and am the man
who bowled you over. What on earth
made you do such FOOLS trick as TO trv
to ride from our rifles at that distance
Didn't think l was welcome in these