1899 - Diary of the siege of Mafeking by Edward Ross
Wednesday, 24 January
7.15 a.m. Big Ben commenced and sent in 400 lbs. weight of scrap iron before breakfast. One shell bursting in [the] native village killed and wounded 6 native women. Three or four more up to lunch-time and then quiet nearly all the afternoon, finally ending up with one at about 8.30 which passed right over the town and landed at the stadt. As per usual nobody happened to be in the place and not much damage was done.
Last night we replied to their good-night and sent a seven-pounder into their trenches at the back of the brickfields. Very few sniping shots and only 2 or 3 small shells during the day. There is very little small-arm firing by the enemy now, no more volleys at a stray dog or any other moving object, and no volleys at night. They are, I suppose, saving their ammunition.
Two runners came in from the north this morning bringing despatches and letters. They tell us two boys got through past Ramatlabama on Monday morning last; these are supposed to be our boys, Oliphant and his mate. This is good news. They also bring in a lot of messages, one being from Lord Roberts to B.P. congratulating the town on its gallant defence, and hoping that we should be able to hold out a few more weeks, when the aspect of affairs would be changed. It must be already a few weeks since that message left Cape Town, and still no change in our surroundings.
These natives who brought in the news state that there are a lot of troops at Korra Korra. This place is about 25 miles north-west of Mafeking and if the men are there they must be some of Plumer’s contingent, but what they are doing right down there on the edge of the desert is beyond our understanding. The report is not believed.
It is stated that Methuen below Kimberley is now using lyddite with terrible effect. This is all very well but they do not seem to advance to any great extent. There is no doubt the Boers have had the best of us up to now and have fought with a tenacity worthy of a better cause.
The Base Commandant (Colonel Vyvyan) came his rounds this morning (4 a.m. I was on guard at Early’s) in an extra special, double-distilled, good humour, whistling funny little bars of music, composed entirely on his own, and with such a cheery "All correct? Good morning," that we wondered what on earth had occurred, and eventually found out that our gallant little Colonel had with his own hand and unassisted by anyone, captured two fine donkeys, which he said had strayed out from the Boer lines, and from where he had himself driven them in. He secured them at Tighe’s fort until later on he sent a piquet up to bring them into the town. How on earth he got to the outposts whilst doing his morning visiting rounds of the Town Guard is not explained and I think it will be rather a joke against him when it is known that the two said donkeys belonged to a man living quite close to the place, and that they were simply out there foraging for what they could find in the way of grub, as Ryan’s ration of bottle-straw envelopes do not seem to quite satisfy Mr. Donkey, although he is noted for eating up all the old hides, doormats, and scrap iron. Hurrah for the Commandant and his capture of loot! I wonder if he will apply for his half share and continue that tune of his own composition.
Winter’s house was again damaged by shell today. A big one bursting in the garden sent a big piece through the sitting-room into the passage, at the same time knocking away the end of the verandah. Nobody inside.
Our shell factory, I believe, was rather stuck for fuse for their shells, but Lt. Daniels of the artillery has come to the rescue and invented some patent of his own which acts excellently. They say it is very clever and he should get every credit for it, which no doubt he will. The resources of our little dorp have not nearly come to an end yet.
Our new ration list was published yesterday, which from the meat point of view appears as follows:
Sunday Fresh meat
Monday Weil's Road rations
Tuesday Tinned beef
Wednesday Fresh meat again
Thursday Road rations
Friday Tinned beef
Saturday same as Monday
Fresh meat only twice a week. Luck is getting a bit hard on us.
I was permitted this evening to see the correspondence sent in under white flags by Cronje and Snyman to B.P. and also some of the latter’s ever courteous, but ever touched with a vein of sarcasm, replies. The neatness of B.P.’s neatly typewritten letters contrasted very strongly with the dirty, torn, smudged, ill-written, worsely signed, scrap paper stationery used by the enemy. I must send out to Snyman and tell him that this is in our line, and ask him to give me an order to supply the wants of this deficient department of his.