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Green Point Camp, Capetown,
February 25th, 1900.
You have no idea of the WORK. Section commanders live with their sections, which is the right way. It makes long hours. I never knew a softer bed than the ground is these nights. I really enjoy every minute though there is anxiety. We have lost all our spare horses. We have only enough to turn out the battery and no more.
After a description of a number of the regiments camped near by them, he speaks of the Indian troops, and then says:
We met the High Priest of it all, and I had a five minutes’ chat with him—Kipling I mean. He visited the camp. He looks like his pictures, and is very affable. He told me I spoke like a Winnipeger. He said we ought to “fine the men for drinking unboiled water. Don’t give them C.B.; it is no good. Fine them, or drive common sense into them. All Canadians have common sense.”