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like to have waved my hand to him。 It would have been fun to have seen
his surprise the next morning when he read in the paper that he had been
bowing to jail…birds； and then I would like to have cheated the tipstaves
out of just one more friendly good…by。 I wanted to say good…by to
somebody； but I really couldn't feel sorry to see the last of any one of those
we passed in the streetsthey were such a dirty； unhappy…looking lot； and
the railroad wall ran on forever apparently； and we might have been in a
foreign country for all we knew of it。 There were just sooty gray brick
tenements and gas…works on one side； and the railroad cutting on the other；
and semaphores and telegraph wires overhead； and smoke and grime
everywhere； it looked exactly like the sort of street that should lead to a
prison； and it seemed a pity to take a smart hansom and a good cob into it。
〃It was just a bit different from our last ride togetherwhen we rode
through the night from Krugers…Dorp with hundreds of horses' hoofs
pounding on the soft veldt behind us； and the carbines clanking against the
stirrups as they swung on the sling belts。 We were being hunted then；
harassed on either side； scurrying for our lives like the Derby Dog in a
race…track when every one hoots him and no man steps out to helpwe
were sick for sleep； sick for food； lashed by the rain； and we knew that we
were beaten； but we were free still； and under open skies with the derricks
of the Rand rising like gallows on our left； and Johannesburg only fifteen
miles away。〃
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