Northern Wisconsin advertiser. [volume] (Wabeno, Wis.) 1898-1925, 1900-08-16


from the island of st. Helena TO the
New York Journal. Cronje and his
wife are comfortably housed on the hill
back of Jamestown, while Schiel and
the others, including old men of sixty
and boys Of fourteen, are encamped in
tents at Deadwood on fine grass land
at an altitude OF. more than LOO feet,
and half mile in front of Longwood,
the famous house in which Napoleon
died. And right comfortable these
prisoners of war must be, for while
jamestown is at this time of the year
O veritable stewpan made the hotter
and more uncomfortable by the heat
reflected by the steep, dull red, vol
canlc rock on three sides, Deadwood is
fresh and cool. with delightful views OF
hill after hill and an outlook for many
miles across the deep blue Atlantic.
Kent Cottage, which is the present
home of Cronje and his small retinue,
is pleasantly situated, though the APP
proach is by no means enticing. 1t is
just such cottage as may be seen on
the outskirts of many an English viii
iage. Imagine an unpretentlous two
storied dwelling with slate roof, and
yellowwashed walls standing out
clearly from a background of green
hillside. The window frames and shut
ters are panied the same shade Of
green that you may see any day at a
Dutch farm house in the Pearl dis
trlct of the Cape Colony. In front
runs veranda, and there is a slightly
raised "stoop." There is also some
pretense at a flower garden, but 1t Is
sadly neglected. The garden is en-
closed by black wooden paling, and
still further in front Is little more
cultivated land with banan and few
other trees. The scene is simplicity IT.
self, but for the bell tent in the right
hand front corner of the garden. and
the steady tramp of khaki-clad SEN
tries, east, west, north and south.
On the stoop and beneath the YER
anda for the best part Of the day sits
General Cronje, dark of visage. some
what long bearded, and with hair
turning gray. His eyes are deep-set,
dark and ferret-llke and his de-
meanor Is one of extreme reserve.
hPiet Cronje can speak English almost
as well as any Transvaaler OF Dutch
extraction, but you may ply him in
vain with questions In English. He
positively refuses to speak anything
but his native "taal." even his replies
are little more than monosyllables.
He has little to say about anything.
and is difficult to draw. or course, he
feel his position You may see that
written large upon his face; but, con-
trary to what so many people think,
he appears to be very grateful for any
kindness that is shown him, and fully
appreciates the efforts that are made
to secure his comfort Beyond this he
Is as the Sphinx. He sits in the
brooding attitude of Napoleon.
II is a strange character, this OF
Piet Cronje. Charges OF terrible
cruelty have been laid at his door,
and somehow. when you carefully re-
gard his face, you feel sure that the
man is capable of violating the terms
of an armistice or firing on the wo-
men and chlldren's lager. Yet there
are some reueemins features, as Tor
mpie, "heh the hre Oh PATRIOTISM
xnss ms eye, anu more particularly
tne nomase paiu 10 MS wne'
All day long Mrs. Cronje, In rusty
o!ack aFess ana olacN poer kappie, Is
os ue's ss's sene'al c,osa ovm-
n'on, others wno a's ploou rela,
1ons lnay e'ns'ss sson ny uvuss nv ~.
~ iol u sn~. "alis neh. 49, ~. ny
veFnnna pue mere Is ABOUT them .ne
rest'essnsss anu inpe'noslts OF tue
sounssf po'' "'sn u'ue' 'eS'iaih'
When, for instance was at Kent
Cottage. there came within a hundred
and atty yards, lust outside the Gordon
of sentries. two young subalterns with
6ead glasses ,ao snapshot cameras
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