For a time he disappeared down a gully.

Then he came cantering back again, and reached the high road along a watercourse, which gave a little cover.

At least 300 bullets must have been fired at him, but he changed neither his pace nor direction.

Whether he was looking for wounded or only went out for diversion I have not heard, but one could not imagine more complete disregard of death.
The rest of the day passed quietly.

The Boers gathered in crowds on Gun Hill and stood around the carcass of "Long Tom" as though in lamentation.