ates some strange experiences in the Methodist papers.
We venture to quote one or two paragraphs from the _Methodist Recorder_.

'On December 7, there was a brilliant attack by the British on Gun
Hill, where three of the Boer guns were captured. This brilliant
attack was made by Colonial volunteers, led by Sir Archibald
Hunter, and was entirely successful. The next morning there was a
further attempt by the cavalry to cut the telegraph wires and tear
up the railway which brought the Boers' supplies. This, however,
was not so successful. The Boers were ready for our men, and they
suffered severely. Then came the chaplain's opportunity.

'Hearing that there were wounded still lying on the field, I
hastened off to see if I could be of any use, and had not gone far
before I met a young medical officer, who had galloped in under a
heavy fire. He told me that out in the open Captain Hardy (Medical
Officer of the 18th Hussars) was lying in a hole with a severely
wounded man, whom he could not get in because the firing was so
hot. So, having with me a Red Cross flag, we turned our horses'
heads and rode out to their assistance. For the first few seconds
the bullets flew fast around us, but as soon as our flag was seen
the firing ceased, we released our friends from their uncomfortable
predicament, and sent back the wounded man in a dhooli.

'We were then met by two armed burghers carrying a white flag, who
told us of yet other wounded lying in their lines, and offered to
guide us to them. Under their care we penetrated right behind the
firing line of the enemy, who were holding the ridge now between
us and the town, and firing heavily. Here we found two of our
gallant fellows dead--shot through the head--and several wounded
men, and it was not long before the dhoolis we had brought with us
were full. The burghers had shown every kindness to the wounded;
each man had been provided with food and drink, and nothing could
exceed the courtesy shown towards ourselves by these men, who were
in the very act of firing on our comrades. A queer thing, war!

'Having started the dhooli-bearers with their heavy loads on their
way to town, Captain Hardy and myself continued our search along
the ridge for wounded and dead, but were thankful to find there
were no more. Once a