The range was long, but the roll of the rifle was incessant.
The whole air screamed with bullets, and the dust rose in clouds over the grass as they fell.

Then the 6 in.

gun on Bulwan ("Puffing Billy") and an invisible gun on our right opened fire, throwing shells into the thick of our men wherever the ravines or rocks compelled them to crowd together.

They came back fast, but well in hand, wheeling to right or left at word of command, as on parade.

The B Squadron of the 18th had a terrible gallop for it, right across the front of fire along a ridge such as Boers rejoice in.