I ordered my brother, Piet de Wet, with fifty men of the Bethlehem commando, to remain behind and guard the kop. We reached camp at eight o'clock, and as the men had been without food during the whole day it can be imagined with what delight each watched his bout span frizzling on the spit. This, with a couple of stormjagers and a tin of coffee, made up the meal, and speedily restored them.
The ox is killed and cut into biltong, and the meal baked into stormjagers, a kind of dumpling fried in dripping. Now Scheepers' little corps, which consisted of half a dozen men, was probably not very well off itself in the matter of provisions in any case, they offered me none. The commissariat consisted of nothing but oxen and meal, cold comfort for me.
A more ambitious fork was manufactured from fencing wire, and had sometimes even as many as four prongs. A skillful man would so arrange the meat on his spit as to have alternate pieces of fat and of lean, and thus get what we used to call a bout span. The burghers utilized the flour supplied to them in making cakes; these they cooked in boiling fat, and called them stormjagers or maagbommen.