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days before they had been stricken more or less severely. They
still had a long journey before them, and it so happened that they
set out from here in the midst of a thunderstorm; but as I passed
from one waggon to another I found them bearing their miseries as
only brave men could. About 300 of them belonged to the unfortunate
Highland Brigade. One of these had been shot through the wrist of
his left hand at Magersfontein, and he was now returning shot
through the wrist of his right hand. The next, said he, with
gruesome playfulness, will be through the head. Corporal Evans, of
the Gloucesters--one of two brothers whose name is much honoured at
Aldershot--I found in the midst of this huge convoy stricken with
dysentery. The Cornwalls seemed to have suffered almost as heavily
in proportion as the Highlanders, and it was to me no small
privilege to be permitted to speak a word of Christian solace and
good cheer to men from my own county.

=The Wounded Canadians.=

'But I was struck most of all by the number of noble-looking
Canadians among this big batch of wounded soldiers, all of them
proudly glorying in being permitted to serve and suffer in the name
of so great a Queen and in defence of so glorious an Empire. Among
them I found Colour-Sergeant Thompson, the son of one of our
American Methodist ministers, Rev. James Thompson. Resting against
the inner side of a waggon-wheel was a most gentlemanly Canadian,
shot through the throat, and quite unable to swallow any solids. To
him, as to several others, I was privileged to carry a large cup of
life-renewing milk. Lying on another waggon was a middle-aged
Canadian, shot through the mouth, and apparently unable at present
to swallow anything without pain; but he begged me, if possible, to
buy for him some cigarettes, that he might have the solace of a
smoke. But there is nothing of any kind on sale within miles of
this camp. Yet the cigarette, however, was not long sought in vain;
and a word of Christian greeting was made none the less welcome by
the gift. Lying by this man's side was a wounded French-Canadian,
who could scarcely speak in English, but had come from far to
defend the Empire which claimed him also as its loyal son; and yet
another sufferer told me that he had come from Vancouver, a