The cordon draws in round de Wet; he now has little room,
He only can escape one way—by road to Potchefstroom.
Thursday
De Wet is now caged like a rat, he's fairly in a box,
Around him grouped are Clements, Cléry, Methuen, French, and Knox.
Friday
An unfortunate event occurred—I report it with regret,
A convoy with five hundred men was captured by de Wet.
Saturday
A Kaffir runner says he saw de Wet's men trekking west,
With ammunition for two years, and food supply the best.
Saturday (later)
A loyal farmer told our Scouts de Wet was riding east,
Each man, beside the horse he rode, was leading a spare beast.