Seated under the shade of the cart, he enjoyed the enemy's hospitality in brandy and soda, biltong, and Boer biscuit.

"But for that white rag," said the Dutchman, "we two would be trying to kill each other.

Very absurd!" He went on to repeat how much the Boers admired the exploits of the night attacks.

"If you had gone for the other guns that first night, you would have got them all." He said the gunners on Gun Hill were all condemned to death.

He examined the horse and its accoutrements, thinking them all very pretty, but maintaining the day for cavalry was gone.