Show BATTLE AT MAGERSFONTEIN Correspondent London News Describes De-scribes Burial of Gen Wauchope Correspondence Associated Press London Jan 10Some of the most brilliant work In the way of descriptive writing ever done by British correspondents corre-spondents has been appearing In the British papers in the last few days Bennett Burlclghs splendid description of the battle of Colenso which was cabled ca-bled in part by the Associated Press Is not one bit finer than the account of Magersfonteln by the correspondent of the Daily News After tracing the terrible loss suffered by the Highland Brigade at Magersfonteln the Daily News correspondent thus writes of the burial of Gen Wauchope BURIAL OF WAUCHOPE Three hundred yards to the rear of the little township of Modder River Just as the sun was sinking In a blaze of African splendor on the evening of Tuesday the 12th of December a long shallow grave lay exposed In the breast of the veldt In the west the broad river fringed with trees ran murmur ingly to the eastward the heights still held by tbn enemy scowled menacingly north and south the veldt undulated peacefully FOLLOWED THEn CHIEF A few paces to the northward of that grave fifty dead Highlanders lay dressed as they had fallen on the field of battle They had followed their chief to the field 1 and they were to follow him to the grave How grim and stern those men looked aa they lay face up ward to the sky with great hands clenched in the last death agony and brows still knitted with the stern lust of strife In which they had fallen The plaids dear to every highland clan were represented there and as I laokcd out of the distance came the sound of the piper it was the General coming to Join his men I SURVIVORS OF BATTLE There right under the eyesof the enemy moved with slow and solemn tread all that remained of the High land brigade In front of them walked the chaplain with bared head dressed Inhls robes of office and then canio the pipers with their pipes sixteen In all and behind them with arms locr nll moved the HlKhlandera dressed In all of the rvgalla of their regiments and In their midst the dead General borne by four of his comrades MARCH OF DEATH Out swelled the pipes to the strain of the Flowers of the Forest until tho soldiers heads went back In haughty defiance and eyes Hashed through team like sunlight on steel now sInging loa lo-a moaning wall like a woman wAlIng her firstborn until the proud heads I unt I dropped forward till they rested on heaving chests and tears rolled down I the wan and scarred faros and tho choking srbH broko through the solemn rythm of the march of death Right up I to the grave they marched then broke away In companies until the General I lay In the shallow grave with a Scottish Scot-tish square of armed men around him Only the dead mans son and the small remnant of his officers stood with the chaplain and the pipers while the solemn f sol-emn services of the church were spoken LOCHABER NO MORE I Then once again the pipers pealed ouh Lochaber no More cut through the stlUiiPHs like a cry of pain until one could almost hear the widow In her Highland home moaning for the soldier she would welcome back no more Then as If touched by the magic of one thought the soldiers turned their teardamp eyes from the allll form in the shallow grave toward tho heights whore Cronje the lion of Africa Af-rica and his soldiers stood SPIRIT OF VENGEANCE Then every cheek Hushed crimson and the strong jaws set like steel and tile veins on the hands that clasped the rlllc hainllos swelled almost to bursting with the fervor of the grip and that k > ok from those silent armed men spoke more eloquently than ever spoke the tongues of orators For on each frowning face the spirit of vengeance I sat and each sparkling eye asked sl I buLly for blood God help the Boers I when the next Highlander pibroch Bounds God rest the Boers souls when the ITIghnnld bayonets charge for neither death nor hell nor things nbovo nor things below will hold the I Scots back from their blood feud I LAID TOSLEEP I At the head of the grave at the point nearest the enemy the General I v fls laid to sleep his officers grouped around him while In line behind him his soldiers were laid in a double row wrapped In their blankets No shots were firod over the dead men resting so peacefully Only the salute was given and hen I the men marched camp ward pH the darkness of an African night rolled over the farstretching breadth of I the I veldt To the gentlewoman who bears the I General name the Highland brigade sfiid their deepest sympathy To the members and lie wives the sisters and the sweethearts in the cottage homes colag by hillside and glen they send love and good wishes Sad will be their Christmas I Christ-mas sadder the New Year Yet enshrined en-shrined in every womanly heart from Queen Empress lo cottage girl let their memory be the memory of the Highland brigade who died at Magersfonteln |