3. All Liquor Stores, Bars, and Kaffir Eating Houses are closed until further orders. No liquor will be sold except on the written order of an Officer of Her Majesty's Forces. 4. All Jewellers' Shops are closed.
5. No Civilian is allowed to ride or drive, or ride a bicycle within the town unless provided with a pass signed by the Military Commissioner of Police.
6. Any person disobeying these regulations is liable to arrest, and will be dealt with under Martial Law.
By Order, FRANCIS DAVIES, MAJOR GRENADIER GUARDS, _Military Commissioner of Police._ JOHANNESBURG, 1ST JUNE, 1900.
1. Alle Inwoners worden hierbij bevolen om in hun huizen te blyven van 7 uur 's avonds tot 6.30 uur 's morgens indien niet voorzien van een Paspoort, geteekend door de Militaire Commissaris van Politie.
2. Geen Kleurlingen mogen in de Stad zyn indien zy geen vast werk hebben daarin.
3. Alle Bottel Stores, Bars en Kleurling Kosthuizen moeten gesloten worden tot nadere kennisgeving. Geen Drank mag verkocht worden indien niet voorzien van een Permit van den Officier van Harer Majesteit's Troepen.
4. Alle Jewelier Winkels moeten gesloten worden.
5. Geen Inwoner mag ryden te Paard, Rytuig of Bicycle in de Stad, zonder voorzien te zyn van een permit, geteekend door de Militaire Commissaris van Politie.
6. Eenig persoon die deze Regulaties niet opvolgt, zal gestraft worden onder de Krygswet.
By Order, FRANCIS DAVIES, MAJOR GRENADIER GUARDS. _Militaire Commissaris van Politie._ JOHANNESBURG, 1 JUNI, 1900.
With a brief but resolute gesture, I took off my hat in farewell to the City of Gold. With a few necessaries rolled up in a cloak, I succeeded in passing through the English lines at Boksburg, after journeying for three days, sometimes in friendly carts, sometimes on foot, to escape attention.
Near the level crossing of the railway at Boksburg a party of Lancers was encamped. Putting on the tranquil and indifferent air of a man whose conscience is at ease, I passed through them without molestation. Further along the road there were two small outposts, which I was able to avoid by passing over a dried-up pond.
When night came on, I slept at Benoni. Commandant Derksen, of the Boksburg commando, was in the neighbourhood. I hoped to fall in with him in the north-east. The nights began to be terribly cold.