In 1895 my father signed on to go to South Africa to the mines in Rhodesia but before he got away news came of the Jameson Raid into the Transvaal; then comment was rife that these men were being signed on to join Jameson instead of going to the mines. My father said that Earl Grey had something to do with it.
Well early in 1896 he went off to the Transvaal, and early in 1897 he sent for me.
1897
I bid adieu to my sister at Emma Villa and my friends around, stayed a week or two with my aunt Jane at Tynemouth and then sailed from Southampton on the Union Boat Athenium on 22 February 1897. After an awful rough and cold passage through the Bay we got fine weather.
In the sports, I won the quoits, and pulled my way into the final in the stick-pulling competition. In the semi-final I met one of the stewards who was a Sandaur pupil and supposed to be a strong man, but I didn’t fear his strength, for although he was well built, he appeared to me too soft to be strong. I pulled him over fairly easily. In the final I met a tartar, he was a Swede or Scandinavian, about 23 or 24 years of age, about 13 stone, and like an ox. Well he just about dislocated my shoulders before I gave in, but give in I had to; he was the strongest man I ever pulled against.
Arriving at Cape Town I made my way to the station and took a 3rd class ticket to Johannesburg. I won’t forget the accommodation in a hurry, it was wooden seats for three of us. I sat in a corner for three days trying to get sleep but failing to do so.