We could also see the white bursts of shrapnel from our field artillery.

In the afternoon I went to Waggon Hill, and with the help of a telescope made out a large body of men--about 1,000 I suppose--creeping up the distant crest and spreading along the summit.

I could only conjecture them to be English from their presence on the exposed ridge, and from their regular though widely extended formation.
They were hardly visible except as a series of black points.
Thunderclouds hung over the Drakensberg behind, and the sun was obscured.

Yet I had no doubt in my own mind that the position was won.
It was five o'clock, or a little later.
Others saw large parties of Boers fleeing for life up dongas and over plains, the phantom carriage-and-four driving hastily north-westward after an urgent warning, and other such melodramatic incidents, which escaped my notice.

The position of the falling shells, and the movement of those minute black specks were to me enough of drama for one day's life.
In the evening, I am told, the General received a signal from Buller: "Have taken hill.