Jack the Ripper – A Love Story ( Excerpt 148 )
It has been a fortnight since my two young replacements arrived, fortunately they have learned quickly and to my mind are about ready to take over my duties here. Then I will feel free to return to England on the first available transport.
I will contact the Transport Authorities in Capetown to see when it is convenient for me to return home. Good news, there is apparently a transport leaving for England at the end of next week. That allows me time to wind up here and get to Capetown in time to board her.
We had an unusual incident at the Camp this week, A troop of Boer Bitter Enders rode in to give themselves up. They were hard bitter men, they may have looked gaunt and malnourished but look beyond that and you could see that they were rawhide tough with a touch of the zealot about them.
I offered to examine them, an offer they accepted grudgingly, several of them had obviously been suffering from malaria and various other tropical maladies. I treated them like any other of my patients but although they were my enemy, I could not help but admire the courage and tenacity of these men.
I wanted to cure them, but more than that, I wanted them to ride free on the veldt and once more be a part of the community, like they were before the British came. This may sound a little like treason, but I admired the Boers and their stoicism, even in defeat they were still hard men.
Since Miss Hobhouse visited, things here have changed drastically. Some of the Boers are now living as family units. As soon as they are released, they will return to their farms and their homesteads and life will resume just as it was until it was interrupted by war.
(C) Damian Grange 2018