Mind, I know how extraordinary, excessive, and sudden were the demands made upon the Medical Corps after such a shocking affair as the Sunday fight at Paardeberg and during the enteric epidemic at Bloemfontein. I am in no position to say that any one was blameable or that better and ampler means of caring for the disabled could have been arranged. But let us not deny the facts or try to deceive any one with regard to them. That is no way for an earnest and ambitious and healthy people to meet an unpleasant situation.
On the contrary, that is the very way to make certain of a worse "breakdown" of the hospital service in the next war.
THE FRIEND.
(Edited by the War Correspondents with Lord Roberts' Force.)
No. 14.]
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BLOEMFONTEIN, MONDAY, APRIL 2, 1900.
A SONG OF THE WHITE MEN.[15]
BY RUDYARD KIPLING.
Now, this is the cup the White Men drink
When they go to right a wrong,
And that is the cup of the old world's hate—
Cruel and strained and strong.
We have drunk that cup—and a bitter, bitter cup—
And tossed the dregs away,
But well for the world when the White Men drink
To the dawn of the White Men's day.