One of the Light Horse was used by a Boer as a rest for his rifle.

When I reached Waggon Hill about nine this morning the last of the wounded were being brought down.

Nearly all the Light Horse dead (twenty of them) had been taken away separately, but at the foot of the hill lay a row of the Gordons, bloody and stiff, their Major, Miller-Wallnutt, at their head, conspicuous by his size.

The bodies of the Rifles were being collected.
Some still lay curled up and twisted among the dripping rocks.

Slowly the waggons were packed and sent off to the place of burial.
The broad path up the hill and the tracks along the top were stained with blood.