The guns were dragged through the heavy slush, but when they arrived it was found no guns could live in such a place, fully exposed to all fire, and unsupported by infantry.

So back came the weary men and horses through the slush again, getting to their camp between 2 and 3 a.m.
At intervals in the night the two mountain guns on Observation Hill kept firing star-shell to reveal any possible attack.

But none came, and the rest of the day was very quiet.

My time was occupied in getting off a brief heliogram, and sending out another Kaffir with news of Saturday's defence.

Two have been driven back.