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Late
in
the
afternoon
of
a
day
in
the
early
part
of
last
December
I
had
ridden
out
from
our
lines
in
Ladysmith
towards
a
certain
position
usually
occupied
by
a
Boer
outpost,
trusting
by
my
going
out
deliberately
and
unarmed
to
get
one
of
the
men
there
to
have
a
talk,
just
as
one
of
the
Lancers
had
a
few
days
previously.
For
some
time
we
had
been
on
short
rations
of
"copy"
as
well
as
food.
I
rode
along
the
edge
of
an
empty
spruit,
into
the
bed
of
which
my
spurs
would
have
propelled
my
horse
in
the
unlikely
event
of
a
shot
being
my
first
greeting.
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