That's right; easy--easy! Shoot at leisure, and don't waste ammunition!" He stood as if he were on parade, in the midst of this palpitating turmoil of savages.

Some of us, encouraged by his example, mounted the waggons, and shot from the tops at our approaching assailants.
How long the hurly-burly went on, I cannot say.

We fired, fired, fired, and Kaffirs fell like sheep; yet more Kaffirs rose fresh from the long grass to replace them.

They swarmed with greater ease now over the covered waggons, across the mangled and writhing bodies of their fellows; for the dead outside made an inclined plane for the living to mount by.

But the enemy were getting less numerous, I thought, and less anxious to fight.