The farm's orchard, its stone walls, the rocks, and all points of cover swarm with Boer sharpshooters, and whenever our men show themselves upon the ridge the bullets fly.

An immense quantity of them are lost.

In all the morning's firing only one Lancer had been wounded.

As I came over the edge the bullets all passed over my head, but our men have to keep behind cover if they can, and only return the fire when they are sure of a mark.

I found a detachment of Lancers, with a corporal, lying behind a low stone wall.