aving the unarmed
betrayed Reformers to shift for themselves. Was this being a Mediator?

FOOTNOTES:

[Footnote 6: This affair was the result of an interference by the
English. It arose out of the ill-treatment of a negro slave. The Boers
resisted arrest, there was a clash of arms, and four of the Boers were
hanged.]

V

JANUARY 21.--The Burghers are disbanding and returning to their homes.

Trade is thoroughly unsettled, and business of every kind is in an
unsatisfactory condition. Great disorder prevails in the town.
Scarcely a night but there is some sort of disturbance between
citizens and police; the latter are mostly raw German recruits.

Dr. Jameson and his officers left Pretoria yesterday. Dr. Jameson
looked very downcast, and sat gazing stolidly before him until the
train started. They were cheered at many places along the route. The
United States Government has thanked Mr. Chamberlain for his offer to
protect Americans in the Transvaal.

All travellers coming into the country must submit to a rigorous
personal search for firearms at Vereeniging. In one case even the
infant of the party was overhauled for guns and ammunition before
being handed over to the loving father, who had come down to meet his
little family.

LATER.--I came up to Pretoria this afternoon with Betty and the sick
nurse. We were stopped at the station while the officials examined our
handbags for cannon. This delay would have been irritating, but the
men were so universally good-natured--little dull-witted, with no
appreciation of fitness, but good-natured. We drove at once to the
Grand Hotel, and I went to bed that I might look rested when I saw my
husband on the morrow. Lady de Wet and Dr. Messum, the prison
physician, called to tell me the four men had been moved into the
Jameson Cottage, but I was asleep, and not allowed to be roused. There
is comfort in being this much nearer to my poor prisoner. The hotel is
full of Reformers' wives, and there is much excitement and coming and
going. We are warned to be cautious in what we say in public places,
because of spies. Every woman has a nervous look on her face, and some
of them shut the windows and doors before uttering even the most
commonplace remarks.

Pretoria lies in a shallow basin in the heart of the hills--a fitting
home for the Sleeping Princess. It is hushed and drowsy and overrun by
a tangle of roses. Weeping willows edge the streets, which are wide
and as n