Down at the red brick railway station the Boers could be seen swarming out of the buildings in which they had spent the night.

The little Natal guns, firing with obsolete black powder, threw a few shells into the station, one of which, it is said, penetrated a Boer ambulance which could not be seen by the gunners.

The accident was to be regretted, but as no patients could have been in the ambulance the mischance was not a serious one.
But the busy, smoky little seven-pounder guns were soon to meet their master.

Away up on the distant hillside, a long thousand yards beyond their own furthest range, there was a sudden bright flash.

No smoke, only the throb of flame, and then the long sibilant scream of the shell, and the thud as it buried itself in the ground under a limber.