Martinsburg herald. [volume] (Martinsburg, W. Va.) 1881-1920, 1900-05-12

people do. in a sense, the veteran re-
piled. 1T all depends on the spirit
which animated them. If you Aus
tralians. who are Of British blood. came
here to fight for your motherland. be-
lieving that her cause was a just and
holy one and that she needed your aid,
you did right, for son win help his
mother If he be a son worth having.
Eut if the Australians came here mere
~ for the sake Of adventure. merely
for sport, as men come In time Of peace
to shoot buck on the veIdt, then wee to
that land. for, though God may make
no sign today nor tomorrow. yet in his
own time he win surely wiring from
Australia a full recompense In sweat
and blood and tears. for whether we
be right or wrong our God knows that
we are giving our lives freely for what
we in our hearts believe to be a LoIy
cause"
On a ride TO Kimberley Charles f.
Hands of the London Daily Mail pass
ed over the battlefield of Dreifontein,
where a week before hundred dead
Beers were buried. He writes:
II encounter a Kimberley Light
horseman, who has come across the
country along the line Of the fighting.
Came on a pretty sight up there he
said, Jerking his thumb backward at
the ridges from which the Essex and
Yorks and Welsh drove the enemy
What was that? | asked. Sixteen
dead Beers he said. AN in a lovely
heap 'UnburiedY | asked. They'd
buried 'em after style he said. Bun
died 'em in n shallow hole and chuck
ed some stones over 'em. But l sup
pose, what with one thing and an
other, they've moved, and the stones
have rolled off 'em, and now there's
heads and toes and bits of 'em stick
ing out You are sure they are Beers?
| asked. Lord he said. i could tell
that a mile off Besides, | looked at
their trousers
Behind every kopje was the straw
and litter of n Boer laager. Our camps
were marked by the hundreds of empty
biscuit cans, which shone like quick
silver in the bright, clear sunlight.
And all along the road from Abrahams
kraal to Poplar grove, from Poplar
grove to Osfontein, where | crossed
the river at Cronje's laager drift, were
parchment dry with the sun and big
holes in their sides, through which you
could see emptiness-the clouds of vul-
lures accounted for the emptiness of
the carcasses. But. though dead and
sun dried and vulture emptied, the
horses necks and eyeless heads were
stretched out always with a pathetic
sort of suggestion of the agony of
death"
Frank Lewis; reservist hailing from
Ammonford. Carmarthenshire, writes
from Rensburg giving some details of
the disastrous fight in which the Suf-
folks suffered so severely, says the
London Leader. 1.-TWO hundred and
eighty men went into action against
them" lie says, but only one officer
and six men have returned as yet. The
colonel was shot-he had the top of his
head blown off-and the adjutant, no
one could recognize him. We OBJ
Teaching "a Horse Tricks.
You can, with patience, teach your
horse politeness-to bow to an audi
ence, to say NO with more or less
decision, to kiss you or even laugh.
The animaS may be taught to bow by
tapping him on the back with a whip.
He bends his head in trying to avoid
the annoyance. The trainer ceases the
tapping, caresses him, then resumes
1t till he repeats the bow. He is again
caressed and presented with a carrot
or something of which he is particular
Iy fond. At last it comes about that
he blows" upon any movement of the
whip toward his back.
TO teach Il horse to say "No" pin
Is fastened TO the butt of the whip. A
slight scratch is given to the horses
withers, about where the collar would
be. At this he shakes his head and
soon learns to shake it whenever he
sees the butt of the whip coming near
his withers.
The trainer teaches the animal "to
kiss" by feeding him with apples from
his mouth. gradually lessening the size
of the apples till the horse does the
trick without any, or he puts salt, OF
which horses are very fond, on his
cheek, and the animal naturally llcks
1t off.
He is taught to laugh by gently fore
ing the butt of the whip in at the side
Il II
open with it. Caresses and carrots fol
low, till at last the slightest motion OF
the butt toward his mouth makes him
open it. He does not really laugh; he
grins.-Good Words.
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