'They were dressed in black frock coats and looked like a lot of rather seedy business men,' said a spectator.

'It seemed like murder to kill them.' Some surrendered, and some fought to the death where they stood.

Their leader Koch, an old gentleman with a white beard, lay amidst the rocks, wounded in three places.

He was treated with all courtesy and attention, but died in Ladysmith Hospital some days afterwards.
In the meanwhile the Devonshire Regiment had waited until the attack had developed and had then charged the hill upon the flank, while the artillery moved up until it was within 2000 yards of the enemy's position.

The Devons met with a less fierce resistance than the others, and swept up to the summit in time to head off some of the fugitives.
The whole of our infantry were now upon the ridge.
But even so these dour fighters were not beaten.