Can the black-coated old gentleman inside be Oom Paul himself?
It is significant that the big gun of Bulwan did some extraordinary shooting during the day.

It threw one shell right into the old camp; another sheer over the Irish at Range Post; both were aimed at nothing but simply displayed the gun's full range; another pointed out the position of the Naval battery, and whilst I was at lunch in the town, another whizzed past and carried away one side of the Town Hall turret.

I envy the gunner's feelings, though for the moment I thought he had killed my horse at the door.

The Town Hall is now really picturesque, just the sort of ruin visitors will expect to see after a bombardment.

With a little tittifying it will be worth thousands to the Colonials.
[Illustration: A PICTURESQUE RUIN.] The day was cool and cloudy; fair shelling weather, but bad for heliographs.