Walker Lake bulletin. (Hawthorne, Nev.) 1883-1926, 1900-10-10
FIRE ON THE VELDT.
SCENE OF TERROR ON SOUTH
AFRICAN PLAINS.
Flames Race Through the Tall Grass.
Destroying Homes of Whites, Natives
and Dumb Beasts-Wreck and Deso-
lation All tina Is Left Behind.

Far away on our left nank the enemy
hold the heights and watch us moving
outward, while between them and US,
stretching mile after mile in line with
our column, ripples a line of scarlet
h"me, rot the Zoe mas nred the veldt
20 starve the transit mules, horses and
oxen. Like sword unsheathed In the
sunlight, the flames sparkle amid the
grass, which grows knee deep right to
the kopje's very lips. Birds rise ON
the wing with harsh, resolsnt cries.
hutter a while above their ravished
home, then wheel in mldair and seek
more peaceful pastures. Hares spring
up before the cracking flames quite
reach their forms and. like gray
streaks In soldiers beard, flash sud.
denly into view and as suddenly dis
appear again. Here and there grace
ful spripgbok dashes through the
smoke, with head thrown back and
graceful limbs extended, his glossy,
mottled hide looking doubly beautiful
backed by thatred streak of fire. The
wind catches the qulverlng crimson
streak and for a wnile ,the flames race,
rs have seen Wild horses neck to neck
rush through the saltbush plaifls ut the
sound of the stoclSman's whip. Then,
as the wind drops, the lamts ttufl care
lessly around the wealth OF growing
fodder, biting the grass low down and
wrapping Ii in mantle of black and
red as flame and smoke commingle
Here and there n pool of water, hid
den from view until the fire fiend strip
ped the yeldt land bare, leaps to life
like silver shield In the grim setting
OF the bare and blackened plain. Small
mobs of cattle stand stupidity snufiing
the smoke-laden air until the breath
OF the blaze awakens them to a sense
OF peril; then with horns lowered like
bayonets at the charge, with tails stiff
and straight behind them as leveled
lances, they leap onward, over or
through everything in front of thems
believing fgantically their brute beast
protest against the red ruin of war.
The flames roll on, they reach the stone
walls of cattle pen and leap 1t as a
hunter takes brush fence In his stride.
onward still until a Kaffir kraal Is
reached The soft-tipped pillows kiss
the uncouth mud walls and for a mo-
ment transfigure them with nameless
beauty that precedes ruin. Only a mo-
ment or two and then the resistless de-
stroyer daunts its pennons amid the
reed-thatched roofs, the sparks leap
tho h1o oh -
sky, while on the neighboring hills
the negro women with their babes in
their arms wall woefully, for those
rude huts. with all their barbarous
trappings, meant home-aye, home and
happiness to them. The flames roll on
ward, now In two long lines, for the
Kafir encampment had sundered them,
and now they look, with their beau
dfully rounded curves, sweeping so
gracefully out into the unknown. All
that they leave behind is desolation.
only blackened walls, simmering car
casses, weeping women and wailing
children.
Away on our right flank we can just
make out the skeletons of what a few
hours before had been cluster of
smiling farm houses. They do not
smile now; they grin horribly In the
sunlight, grin as the fleshless skulls of
dead men grin on battlefield after
those sections of the veldt-the gray
hooded, curved-beaked vultures-have
screamed their final farewell to the
charnel-houses Of war, noble war,
splendid war, pastime of potentates
and princes, invented in he'll and pat
ented in all the temples of sorrow
London News.