Our cattle and horses were trying to pick up a little grass there, while the howitzer and automatic "pom-pom" shelled them from Surprise Hill.

"Pom-poms" are elegant little shells, about five inches long, and some with pointed heads were designed for the British Navy, but rejected.

The cattle sniff at them inquisitively, and Kaffirs rush for a perfect specimen, which fetches from 10s.

to 30s.

For they are suitable presents for ladies, but unhappily all that fell near me to-day exploded into fragments.
The telescope on Leicester Post showed me nothing new.