tand them, because they understood him.
Throughout the campaign there was evidence of Mr. Wheeler's careful
organizing. His agents seem to have been most capable and successful
men, ready for every good word and work, and the work itself such as
will stand the test of time.

=Bivouac in a S.C.A. Tent.=

Take this as a specimen of the readiness to take advantage of any and
every opportunity. Mr. Fleming writes from Frere Camp:--

'We were preparing for a meeting last night, when we discovered
something like Boers in the distance coming towards our camp, but
they turned out to be S.A.L.H. They pitched before our tent to
bivouac for the night. When they had dismounted the rain began to
fall in torrents. A major came over to me, and asked me where the
canteen was; of course, it was shut. I asked him what he wanted to
buy, as perhaps I could help him. He wanted socks. I took him into
my tent, and gave him a bath and a pair of socks--made him a drop
of "sergt.-majors'." His gratitude was unbounded. He said, "Ah,
this is true Christianity; you're a brick, old boy. Here's a
sovereign subscription for your kindness." I refused it. "Well,
I'll never forget you!" "All right," I said, "my name is on the
socks"; then off I went to see about the others. Met the colonel.
Offered him the freedom of our large marquee for his men to sleep
in or shelter as they pleased. He was most grateful, so in the
midst of a dreadful rainfall about two hundred of these fellows
found shelter. All were hungry. We had five boxes of biscuits for
our own use, and fifteen gallons of gingerbeer. Mr. Young, of the
S.A.G.M., who was a great help to me, took a bucket of the
gingerbeer and some biscuits to the men on duty on the lines.

'It was impossible to have our meeting, but we had individual
dealing with several. I never shall forget the sight of those men
sleeping in the marquee. Two of them were huddled up in a box like
monkeys. One man was wringing out his socks; he had fallen into a
gun pit up to the waist in water. I wanted to lend him a pair, but
he evidently thought that the feeling of dry socks would be too
great a contrast to his wet body, for he positively refused my nice
warm ones. About 10 p.m. I found three men sleeping outside in the
rain. I asked one of them to come and share my tent. "No, than