to 35 ft.
thick.

One Boer was found dead outside it, shot in the assault.
Captain Fowke and his sappers at once got to work.

The breech-block was unscrewed and taken out, falling a prize to the Light Horse, who vied with each other in carrying it home (it weighs 137lbs.) Then gun-cotton was thrust up the breech into the body of the gun.

A vast explosion told the Boers that "Tom" had gone aloft, and his hulk lay in the pit, rent with two great wounds, and shortened by a head.

The sappers say it seemed a crying shame to wreck a thing so beautiful.