All work is left to Kaffirs, coolies, or Boers.

Two hundred cattle went out this morning beyond the old camp, accompanied only by Kaffir boys, who, like all herdsmen, love to sleep in the shade, or make the woods re-echo Amarylli's.

Suddenly the Boers were among them, edging between them and the town, and driving the beasts further and further from defence.

The Kaffirs continued to sleep, or were driven with the cattle.

Then the Leicester Mounted Infantry came galloping out, and, under heavy rifle fire, gained the point of Star Hill, hoping to head the cattle back.