The laager held. But it's really a collection of junk. Row after row of sleek Boer ponies stood with their halters tied to trees or rocks while their masters fought on foot up the steep hill. Quietly they converged on the barracks, waited an intermina- ble five minutes in position, the
Sannie and Frikkie kept cutting sandwiches. ening as he was heading back to his own tent, Aletta Nau& appeared myste- riously from behind a row of transport Many of the gold miners who were shot down during the strike in Johannesburg had been listening Among them was Ryk; that feckless youth had refused to put his wagons into laager, had been out spor
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