1899 - Diary of the siege of Mafeking by Edward Ross
Sunday, 31 December
The year has ended very roughly for us poor devils in our dugouts, and if it was not for our Sundays, I am sure a lot of people would have already gone under.
Today instead of sports B.P. arranged prizes for driving competitions. They are fairly interesting but not much to talk about. B.P. himself drove his team of mules in his own waggon that he has had prepared for his invasion of the Transvaal.
12 waggons were seen to arrive at the enemy’s big gun yesterday. We can see them unloading what looks very much like ammunition for the said gun. We are in for it again, another hot time coming.
We presume the enemy think that Sunday truce to be at an end after about 9 o’clock, as after that time they always start sniping.
This evening they gave us quite a big fusillade on the east front.
I spent this evening, the last night of the old year, at Whales’s house, and had a good time. We all, however, retired early as we fully expect the enemy will let in the new year after 12 o’clock with a bombardment by all their big, medium, and small guns, rifles, etc.
It appears that the Colonel has somehow managed to find out that our attack on Game Tree on the 26th last was no doubt given away to the enemy by some dastard of a spy that was in our camp. It appears that someone in the refugee laager is in the habit of flashing signals every night to the enemy, but who it is has not been found out. Why these hounds are kept and fed by us at all is a mystery. Many of them openly acknowledge their sympathies with the Boers, in fact call themselves Boers, and yet are allowed to remain there. We should shunt them out while we are still strong, and before they know too much.