About Christmas-time natives began to come out of Mafeking and loot cattle to take back into the town.
That you were despatch-riders on the way to Mafeking—you two?
At Mafeking they were spared at least the galling consciousness of relief so near, and yet so far.
At Mafeking we bade farewell to the railway, and prepared to plunge into the wilderness.
So, notwithstanding the report of reverses elsewhere, the large heart of Mafeking was still bent on bursting its cramped shell.
His pageants, the histories, sail fullbellied on a tide of Mafeking enthusiasm.
An armoured train, trying to run back to Mafeking, had been captured by the Boers.
Kimberley and Mafeking will be besieged, and there will be stirring times.
The defence of Mafeking had a whole lot to do with our winning that war!
“From Mafeking, with despatches,” Jack replied unsuspectingly.