1899 - Diary of the siege of Mafeking by Edward Ross
Monday, 4 December
Today proved one of the quietest since the siege commenced, few shells in the morning and nothing more until Creetje dropped one south of the town at 9.30 p.m.
It appears the reason of [jv'c] Lady Sarah Wilson’s capture as a spy is owing to the Yankee correspondent who left, taking with him two of Wirsing’s homing pigeons, sending a despatch by one of them from Setlagoli, and mentioning Lady Sarah’s name; or, as another rumour said, Lady Sarah herself wrote a despatch, the pigeon however, whose feathers must have been damaged in transit on horseback, landed in the Boer laager, hence the eventualities. Lady Sarah, we understand, had previously obtained the protection of the enemy, but forfeited this by her subsequent actions. She had left the town just previous to our being entirely surrounded, and was staying at a farm house about forty miles south of the main road to Kimberley, kept by a Mr. Fraser. Of course she would have been very useful there for transmitting despatches, but it was too palpable that she was not there to remain neutral, her husband being in the siege and she known to be a representative of an English paper and also known to be a strong Imperialist.
We are told today that Kimberley is relieved, and that a flying squadron is on the road to relieve us. These series of notices and rumours are continually given us, and generally turn out wrong so that how can they expect us to believe anything? The only news we have found to be true is that which has been conveyed to us through native sources: it has proved a fact that most of the news confirmed as true has been brought in by the natives. What a lesson the Boers have taught us regarding an intelligence department : they have daily and most detailed information whilst we are absolutely cut off from the world in every shape and form, and even if the staff do get any knowledge of course the townspeople are nobodies, and what they do know is kept to themselves, as if it were the dregs of some extra precious liquid.
It has got about the town that the Boers are firing blank shells from one of their seven-pounders, and using them for sending letters into the town: one was telling some Dutch people in town that their relations were all well,
another one asking us not to drink all the whisky in town as they, the Boers, wanted some when they came in. If they do not get any until they get in here, what a grand I.O.G.T. lodge they could form for the rest of their lives.