We greeted him as one greets an enemy who has come down in the world--with considerate indulgence.

The sailors think that his carriage is strained.
A British heliograph began flashing to us from Schwarz Kop, a hill only one and a half miles over Potgieter's or Springfield Drift on the Tugela.

It is that way we have always expected Buller's main advance.
Can this be the herald of it?
Most of us have agreed never to mention the word "Buller," but it is hard to keep that pledge.
In the afternoon I was able to accompany Colonel Stoneman (A.S.C.) over the scene of battle on Caesar's Camp.

His duties in organising the food supply keep him so tied to his office--one of the best shelled places in the town--that he has never been up there before.

All was quiet--the mountains silent in the sunset.