Doornhoek Diaries; I hold him and tell him Darling your Mam is with you. he did his last breath in my arms. at 1.p.m. to day. 1.p.m I have no words. my Lamb, a sacrifice to Malaria fever, My Pet you were always so sweet & happy when Mam and Dad loved you. you loved us and you loved the garden how you watered the flowers with your little can, dear Fred had given you each one, yours with the H. & your little brothers with the W., how particular you were how you loved all your toys and every evening the two of you packed everything in its place, your can, your garden tools, your hat on its rack, your towel on its nail. you and your brother such conscienscious little man how you used to laugh, when you were well. how you would say Daddy take me to the garden to help you. Mam you would say come Mam and see our peaches are ripe. now the little heart has stopped the sweet voice we shall hear no more