When he was trapped the first time, in southern Transvaal, there was no escape; barbed wire flour- ished everywhere, but the English troops still had to find him. ' When rumors circulated that two Boers had tried to assassi- nate him at Swellendam, his audiences inc If a victim had ever displayed one redeeming virtue, his head was swiftly and almost painlessly twisted in a complete circle. ' he stopped speaking, the words were grinding in his throat.
' 'Which will win, Afrikaans or English?' 'Contests between languages are always settled by poets. ' 'Even more suspicious. 'It's your goddamned Lord Kitchener, that's who it is. Since each man dressed in whatever clothes he deemed appropriate for an extended stay in the field, the file looked more like a rabble than an army company.
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