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。〃
  End