Leslie McMaugh, of the Imperial Light Horse, then the Rand Rifles and Johannesburg Fire Brigade, and finally of the Cattle Rangers, wrote some letters home to Upper Macleay, New South Wales.
"Our corp is called the Cattle Rangers. We are not supposed to attack, only defend and capture the stock, and get six shillings per day and seven and a half per cent. in stock."
"We are clearing the stock off the farms near Harrismith. Last Sunday we were ordered out with a detachment of Yeomanry, and while trying to take some cattle the Boers came down on us, and we were soon in a very warm corner. The Boers had three positions and kept up an incessant fire for about three-quarters of an hour. We were then ordered to retire. My mare was tied to a barb-wire fence and had the reins fast, and when I came up behind her she kicked me on the knee. It took me ten minutes to get her loose and all the time the bullets were whistling round me. One bullet hit the wire against me, I don't know how I escaped being shot. Next day I applied for some more men and went again. The Boers were on the watch and when we got the stock together, opened fire in great style. It is marvellous how the bullets kicked up the dust around us and never killed a man. The most of the men I had made themselves scarce, but the K*****s and an Africander stuck to me, and I got the stock, some hundreds of sheep, goats and cattle. It is a new experience, indeed, driving cattle under fire. It was quite dark when we reached the town and we passed the lines without knowing it. A sentry ran up and demanded "why we did not answer the challenge and who we were." I felt very much amused, and asked him "did he think it was the Boers bringing in a mob of cattle, and how could we hear anything for all the noise." I got great praise from the Major for sticking to the stock and capturing them under fire."
[Both the above from The Macleay Chronicle, 29.8.1901]