1899 - From the letters writer by Lt Col Park in Ladysmith
The expected attack and bombardment today didn’t come off. We were all up and under arms at 3 a.m., and I went round the posts and saw that everything was ready; but as nothing happened up till 7 a.m., we took off arms again and went to breakfast. It is the quietest day we have had for a week. Only about five shells have been fired, and none in our direction.
There are great rumours that the Basutos have risen and are attacking the Orange Free State, and that all the Free State men are going back in consequence to defend their homes. There certainly seem to be fewer Boers in front of us today, as the mounted patrols have hardly seen anyone, and have been very little fired at. I wonder how many days longer this business is going on. I am very sick of it and long to go out and have a good fight and get it over. We get no news from outside, though there are shaves enough of all sorts, and by this time Sir R. Buller and at least the first division from England must have landed and be moving up - probably from the Cape to the Orange River. The weather is fine and hot, and all our faces are very much blistered and burnt. My nose and ears keep on peeling, but otherwise I am not nearly as bad as many others; R…. M….. and B….. being particularly bad, with their faces all cracked and bleeding. We have lots of food and twelve dozen of whisky, and can carry on for a long time if necessary; but I most devoutly hope the siege will soon be raised. I haven’t seen my horses for four days. They are no use to me now, and have been sent away under a high bank down the river where they are quite safe from shells. I have got to go wall-building again tonight to make cover for four more guns on the hill above the camp, so I expect this will be a twenty hours day at least. The men are very cheery and chaff and laugh all the time as they work They are very happy today, as I have managed to get them 400 lb. of tobacco from the Commissariat. They had nearly all run out of it, and were low in their minds in consequence. Sergeant Cox is a man of importance, he is in charge of all the signalling stations connecting the camp and the posts, and is kept pretty busy.
I wonder when I shall get news of you again; it seems such an age since your last letter, which I got on the 13th October, and there is certainly no chance of letters for some days to come, even if the Boers retire at once, as the bridges on the railway are broken and the mails would have to be sent by runners.