That seems like victory, but we can only hope.
_February 6, 1900._ Firing was again continuous nearly all day along the Tugela, except that there appeared to be a pause of some hours before and after midday.

The distance was hazy, and light was bad.

The heliograph below refused to take or send messages, and we had no definite news.

But at night it was confidently believed that relief was some miles nearer than in the morning.

For myself, the sun and fever had hold of me, and I could only stand on Observation Hill and watch the far-off bursting of shells and the flash of a great gun which the Boers have placed in a mountain niche upon the horizon to our left of Monger's Hill, overlooking the Tugela.