"In hand-to-hand conflict men shouted, struggled, wrestled, thrust, advanced, and withdrew, "By dusk the cannon' and musketa were almost useless, and, as darkness came down, the survivors fell asleep where they stood, riders in their saddles, horses in their tracks."
Tt was an infernal battle. Grape and shrapnel flew like hail that October day, and history says the field was full of human victims, Yet on ground sodden with blood, and in an atmosphere recking with the fumes of hell, men slept soundly. The reason is plain, do you say? Possibly but hold the question until you read the letters which follow. They tell the stories of actual experience, not on the field of war, but of the actual battle of life, " struggle that with most people lasts, in one form or another, us long as they live. With some the fiercest straggle th have to make is for a livelihood; witl others it is for the recovery or the proservation of health.
Mrs, Susan Holders was born in England some seventy-eight years ago, and came out to this colony 71 years ayo. She has kept a grocery store at Van de Leur and Longmarket Streets, Cape Town, for 38 years, and is well known to many mor-chaute and residents inOape Town. In a letter dated August 16th, 1904, she says "I am seventy-eight years of age, and am posi tive I owe the prolongation of my life to Seigel's Syruy irty years ago that excellent. remedy, Mother ints a low weakly stato'of health: i lost my appetite and, what was worse, I could not sleep at nights, and I became nervous and startled at the least noise or sound. I was also.troubled with biliousness, and my
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