After the Sabbath wash, I went up to Caesar's Camp for the view.

On the way I called in upon the balloon, which now dwells in a sheltered leafy glade at the foot of the Gordons' hill, when it is not in the sky, surrounded by astonished vultures.

The weak points of ballooning appear to be that it is hard to be sure of detail as distinguished from mass, and even on a clear day the light is often insufficient or puzzling.

It is seldom, for instance, that the balloonist gets a definite view towards Colenso, which to us is the point of greatest interest.

I found that the second balloon was only used as a blind to the enemy, like a paper kite flown over birds to keep them quiet.