He threw five shrapnel over the cattle licking up what little grass was left on the flat, and did not kill a single cow.
The guides boast that to-day they killed one Boer by strategy used for tigers in India.

Two or three of them went out to Star Kopje and loosed two miserable old ponies, driving them towards the Boer lines to graze.
A Boer or two came for the prize and one was shot dead.
At night the flash signals from Colenso were very brilliant on a black and cloudy sky.

They only said, "Dearest love from your own Nance," or "Baby sends kisses," but the Bulwan searchlight tried hard to thwart their affectionate purpose by waving his ray quickly up and down across the flashing beam.
_January 5, 1900._ There was little to mark the day beyond the steady shelling of snipers by the Natal Navals, and a great 96lb.

shell from Bulwan which plunged through a Kaffir house, where black labourers live stuffed together, took off a Kaffir's foot, ricocheted over our little mess-room, just glancing off the roof, and fell gasping, but still entire, beside our verandah.

I rode up to Caesar's Camp in the morning sun.