d performed all
my most loathsome duties. Love him! of course I love him. I would lay
down my life for him.'

Mr. Watson has gone to South Africa at the risk of his life, but he
would go. He had been through a severe operation, and was in a most
critical condition. He begged permission to go, but of course the
doctors could not pass him. He could not, however, bear to think of his
men being there without him. And after trying one expedient after
another, he, who had been refused permission on the ground of
ill-health, at last got out under the plea that the climate of South
Africa might be beneficial! May God spare him for many years!

=The Rev. T.H. Wainman.=

But this is a long digression! The Wesleyan chaplain was the Rev. T.H.
Wainman, a sturdy Yorkshireman, who had spent many years in South Africa
as a Wesleyan missionary. He was not new to the duties of a chaplain,
for years ago he was with Sir Charles Warren in Bechuanaland. He took to
his new work as though he had only just laid it down, and bullets and
shells seemed to have no terror for him.

At the parade service at Chievely on the day of the advance to
Spearman's Hill, Mr. Wainman took for his text, 'Speak unto the children
of Israel that they go forward.' He might have known what was coming,
for the last line of 'Onward, Christian Soldiers' had hardly been sung,
and the Benediction pronounced, before rumours of the advance spread
through the camp, and by two p.m. the advance had really commenced. At
daylight next morning the battle began, and Mr. Wainman describes what
he calls a 'cool piece of daring.'

='A Cool Piece of Daring.'=

'At the same time the firing of cannon to our right was fast and
furious, the shells dropping and bursting right among our field
artillery. I watched with breathless anxiety, expecting all our
guns to be abandoned, and half the men killed, when to my
astonishment the men rode their horses right among the bursting
shells, and hooking them to their guns rode quietly away, taking
gun after gun into safety. In some instances a horse fell, and this
necessitated the men waiting in their terrible position until
another horse could be brought, harnessed, and attached to the gun.
Eventually all were brought out of range, but a more plucky piece
of daring and heroism I have never witnessed, and never expect to
witness in my life. The officers rode up and down directing