The End of the War.

New Zealand Graphic, Volume XXVI, Issue II, 12 January 1901, Page 59

The End of the War.

One of the most intellectual of our young volunteers writes:—l shall not stay in this country many minutes after the war is over. It is impossible to describe the heart-breaking monotony of the veldt. Once it takes possession of you the kopjes seem to weigh down and crush your very soul. While there is a daisy left in England or a tree in America, no South Africa for me. The settling up is very tedious, as yon may imagine. Nothing but march, march, march round the same old circuit. We have had a few ynstty Attic scrapes lately to enliven matters a bit. One day, after we had

been hard at it from 6 a.m. to 1 p.m., we struck the inevitable farm for oat, straw, and mealies for the poor, weary “gees,” but the inevitable ~rreuw” bad daughters so fair that instead of “scoffing” coffee and bread outside the portals we trooped into the dingy kitchen sitting-room, heedlem of disdainful looks from beautiful eyes. Presently our ill-concealed admiration began to work its sway.