The top of Bulwan is four miles from our main street.

To make up for yesterday the shells were particularly lively to-day.

Before breakfast one fell on the railway behind our house, one into the verandah next door, and two into our little garden.

Unhappily, the last killed one of our few remaining fowls--shivered it into air so that nothing but a little cloud of feathers was seen again.

In the middle of the afternoon old "Puffing Billy" again opened fire with energy.