In one of the tents were three dead men, all killed by the same shell, apparently whilst asleep.

Yet I do not think there were more than thirty actually killed among the rocks in all.

It is true that darkness fell rapidly, and the rain was blinding; but I was nearly two hours on the ground moving about.

The wounded lay very thick, groaning and appealing for help.

In coming down I nearly trod on the upturned white face of an old white-bearded man.