"In hand roggled, wrestled, thrust, advance withdrew. By dusk the exnnon' and muskets were almost useless, and, as darkness came down, the survivors fell asleep where they stood, riders in their saddles, horses in their tracks"
Tt way an infernal battle. Grape and shrapnel flew like hail that October day, and history says the fell was full of human victims, Yet on ground sodden blood, and in an atmosphere reeking, with the fumes of hell. men slept roundly. The rea-on is plain, do yun say? Possibly but hoid the question until you real the letters which follow. They tell the ston-s of wc'ual experience, not on the field of war, but of the actual battle of life, " struggle that with moat people lasts, one form or "nother, xs long as they With some the fiercest struggle they have to make is for a livelihood; with others it is for the recovery or the preservation of health.
Mrs, Susan Helders was born in England some seventy-eight years ago, and came out to this colony 71 yeas ago. She has kept a grocery store at Van de Leur and Longmarket Streets, Cape Town, for 38 years, and is well known to many merchants and residents in Cape Town. In a letter dated August 16th, 1904, she say "I am seventy-eight years of age, and am positive I owe the prolongation of my fel to that excellent remedy, Mother
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