Unhappily a shrapnel scattered over the station, wounded three or four natives, and killed an excellent railway guard--a sharp fragment tearing through his liver and intestines.

There was high debate whether the shell was thrown by "Silent Susan," or what other gun.

Some even stuck out for "Long Tom" himself.

But to the guard it makes no difference, and he was most concerned.
Relief was to have come to us to-day for certain, but we hear nothing of it beyond vague rumours of troops at Estcourt and Maritzburg.

We are slowly becoming convinced that we are to be left to our fate while the main issue is settled elsewhere.