Some thirty yards in front of her, in an emplacement of its own, stands the 12lb.
naval gun which has been in that neighbourhood for some days.

Both are carefully concealed, even the muzzles being covered up with earth and stones.

They both command the approach to the town across the Long Valley by the Maritzburg road, as well as Bluebank or Rifleman's Ridge beyond, and Telegraph Hill beyond that.
While I was on the hill I saw one mounted and four dismounted Boers capture five of our horses which had been allowed to stray in grazing.
In the afternoon a South African thunderstorm swept over us.

In a few minutes the dry gully where the main hospital tents are placed, as I described, became a deep torrent of filth.

The tents were three feet deep in water, washing over the sick.