If anyone is wondering what happened to poor Raymond, son of Frederick NORTH and Leah BATEMAN, the following two extracts from the Grahamstown Journal (South Africa) tell the sad tale.

Wednesday 27 September 1899

CRUSHED TO DEATH – A TERRIBLE FATALITY
A SENTRY KILLED BETWEEN THE BUFFERS DIES AT THE HOSPITAL
A terribly sad and fatal accident occurred at the Railway Station at about 6:15 this morning, and the list of railway-yard casualties has had another victim added to its long columns. What makes this occurrence doubly sad is that the sufferer was one of the Royal Berkshire Regiment, our local garrison, who are favourites with all classes of the community from the Major down to the Drummer-boy, and that the poor fellow on the eve of leaving to fight the right of the British Empire, met his death. How the sad mishap came about is scarcely certain. There are many different and harrowing versions. An eyewitness, however, states that the soldier, Private NORTH (lately Corporal) of B Company, was in the act of being relieved from sentry-go over the loaded trucks, and attempted to pass between a truck that was standing still and one that was being shunted. The buffer of the live truck caught him in the small of the back and threw him forward, the buffer of the other truck hitting the pit of his stomach, and the impact being very great. The poor fellow was literally caught like a nut between the crackers, and the awful silent force of the crushing, and the agonising screams from the victim, were in themselves a warning that the accident must terminate fatally. The other sentry, we are told, was also caught by the truck on the shoulder and hurled aside, escaping unhurt. How the poor lad, for he was little more, could have been so careless is a mystery, but one of his comrades explains that in England the buffers of the trucks are on each side and not in the middle as in this Colony, and Pte. NORTH must have made a spring into the middle, thinking in that awful moment of the state of things in England. However this may be, we hope this will be a terrible warning to all others, both military and civilians, of the care necessary in working with that most familiar and dangerous creation of modern times, the railway train.
The injured man was tenderly lifted up by a party of comrades who were working at the station, and taken direct to the Military Hospital, from whence, however, he was at once removed to the Albany General Hospital, the Military Hospital having handed over all their patients owing to the detachment being ordered to the Border. The Medical Staff Corps, that honourable and noble band of workers, did all they could to alleviate their patient’s sufferings, and prolong his life, but without avail, for as they crossed the threshold of the Albany General Hospital a sigh passed from the sufferer’s lips and he was gone. There were no external injuries, all the hurts being of an internal nature.
Deceased’s regimental number was 4442.

Thursday 28 September 1899

A MILITARY FUNERAL – PRIVATE RAYMOND NORTH
Yesterday afternoon the mortal remains of Private Raymond NORTH, B Co., Royal Berkshire Regiment, who met his death at the Railway Station under most distressing circumstances, as reported in our last issue, were committed to their last resting-place, the Anglican Burying Ground in a spot sacred to the memory of many more of his comrades in arms. The deceased was born in the parish of Edington [sic, should be Headington], near the town of Oxford, and on the 15th August 1895 enlisted at the depot of Reading. He was only 23 years of age and had served 4 years and one month of his time. He was a great favourite in the Regiment, and his death will also be keenly felt by his many civilian friends in town. We are told that he bore an excellent character.
The funeral procession, in which many of his comrades followed, left the Albany General Hospital at 4 o’clock. The streets were thronged with an immense crowd of sympathising and curious citizens.
The Band of the First City Volunteers under Bandmaster GILDER very kindly turned out and played, to the slow and measured tread of the troops, the “Dead March in Saul”, Schubert’s “Funeral March” and other impressive selections for the occasion. The Royal Berkshire Drums and Fifes, owing to the instruments being already packed, could not put in an appearance.
At the graveside the burial service, according to the ritual of the Church of England, was most impressively rendered by the Rev. D HURST-JONES. The band played “When our Heads are bowed with Woe”, and the firing party, under Sergt. RUDDLE, fired three volleys over the grave. The funeral arrangements were as usual very satisfactorily carried out by Mr. A. WILL and his efficient staff.