1900 - From the letters writer by Lt Col Park in Ladysmith
I posted nine fat letters to you at Jullundur on 1st, and on return from our flying column that same night was much horrified by a rumour that you had come to South Africa, and were nursing in the hospital at Wynberg. I couldn’t stop the letters, or do anything but wait in hopes of a letter or wire from you to say where you were.
Now a first instalment of letters has come with two from you out of all the crowd there must be, one 28th November and one 25th January, 1900, so there seems no system in the way they are forwarded, and it is very difficult to make out from them what has happened and where you really are, though, thank God, it is clear that you were well when you last wrote, and apparently there is no truth in the shave of your going to South Africa, which is a great relief to my feelings, as you never even mentioned the possibility of such an idea, but talk of not moving till K’s leave is up and then, perhaps, going to Coonoor.
You seem to have sold up everything and moved somewhere from our house. I wonder why?
I expect more letters will drift in in a day or so, and then I shall understand better. I have now written out a wire for you to Jullundur, and shall look out for the first chance of sending it through, and hope you will do the same, now you know the line is open. The whole of Buller’s force marched in this morning while we lined the streets. Of course, there was wild enthusiasm when the 2nd battalion marched down our line. They all look very well and fit.
I believe they are camped three or four miles out to the west. I expect some will come over.
Everything at sixes and sevens as yet, and no orders whatever regarding our future, and they say nothing will be done for a fortnight, beyond clearing up, reorganising, repairing the railway, and getting up supplies. Then we shall get final orders. Food is coming in fast, and already we have whiskey, baccy, jam and plenty of biscuit in the mess, and I believe bread will be issued tomorrow.
Hope to get lots more letters in a day or two, as I don’t feel as if I knew much yet about anybody.
I saw dear Gingerina today, looking very well. I should like to buy her back if Colonel Hamilton will sell her.
The excitement about the regiment and its doings seems to have been intense at home. Good! I hope they will give me something nice in consequence. I must get home this summer and attend a levee, etc., nothing like counting chickens before they are hatched!