1899 - From the letters writer by Lt Col Park in Ladysmith
Six weeks today since the siege began, and I had great hopes yesterday that today would have seen the end, but, as usual, nothing has happened. Major Mullaly, our D.A.A.G., was slightly wounded yesterday by a bit of shell, and Major Riddell, of the K.R.R. has taken over the billet. Major Burnside, our doctor, is also on the sick list with fever, and an I.M.S. man, named Frost, is looking after us temporarily. Lord Methuen’s column seem to have had three or four splendid fights at Belmont, Modder River, etc.; and we heard yesterday that he had relieved Kimberley all right, and that Mafeking was still holding out and would very soon be relieved, all of which is good. If only they would kindly relieve us now we should be quite happy. The station-master told Rujub yesterday that in three days he expected the trains would be running again. I am sure I hope they will, but I doubt it, as the big bridge at Colenso was destroyed and will take some time to patch up. I forgot to say that young Scafe came back from hospital three days ago, looking much better for the change and rest, and is quite fit again. He says Gunning is very keen to rejoin, but he thinks they are going to send him home on sick leave. I quite expect Green will come back to us when the line is open, and perhaps Hayley, as it will be eight weeks next Saturday since they were wounded. Sir G. White is reported to have said that the Indian contingent would be sent back to India as soon as they could possibly be spared, as he did not consider that India should be denuded of so many troops unless absolutely unavoidable. I don’t know if this is a true shave, but if so we may be on our way back in another month. Oh! let it be soon. I have seen quite enough of Ladysmith, and can do without the rest of South Africa. I very badly want a few home comforts, such as clean clothes, a big tub, a house, nice food, and a total absence of shells and other missiles. It is a bore never to be able to move about freely without looking up and down and all round to see which gun has just fired, like an old woman trying to cross Piccadilly Circus looking for buses and cabs.