I have a question on how men got out of their volunteer duties with the SAC.
Trooper Arthur Timlick's father Robert died on 21 Aug 1901 in New Westminster, BC, Canada. In a passage from the ‘In the Pathless West with Soldiers, Pioneers, Miners and Savages’, by Frances E. Herring, 'The son of a farmer went with Baden-Powell's mounted police. His father died unexpectedly, and the mother needed her boy, for he then would have to be the stay of the family, and run the ranch. Application was made for his return, and he was to come home with a wounded comrade...'
Arthur was shot on 15 Nov 1901 and died on 9 Dec 1901, before he could make it home.
How was this 'application' made and how much would have have had to pay to get our of his 3 year commitment? Would he need to pay for the passage home?
In the book ‘In the Pathless West with Soldiers, Pioneers, Miners and Savages’, by Frances E. Herring, is found the following passage:
‘I think I must tell one thing more. The son of a farmer went with Baden-Powell's mounted police. His father died unexpectedly, and the mother needed her boy, for he then would have to be the stay of the family, and run the ranch. Application was made for his return, and he was to come home with a wounded comrade. In the meantime a fight ensued; the men followed hot on the trail of the flying Boers. A Boer man and a boy hid in some brush, and Timlick saw his opportunity to make a capture. He and two others followed them in, when both held up their hands. Timlick, afraid the two others might shoot without noticing this, turned his head and shouted, " For God's sake, boys, don't shoot, they've got their hands up. As he turned to say this, the younger Boer shot our lad through the lungs. Every rifle was levelled on the two, for others had ridden up, and the officer in charge was only just in time to dash them up and save the lives of the cowards who killed the generous young fellow after he had spared them. Tenderly they carried him to camp, but though he lingered a few days his case was hopeless, and he knew it. The time arrived that his comrade, George McArthur, should leave for home. He was forbidden an interview, the doctor was so anxious to give the lad every chance. But Timlick wanted to send a special message to his mother, so McArthur crept under the back of the hospital tent, and took it. The very day he arrived here, he set out again for the ranch to deliver it. What it was he told to none but that sorrowing mother.’