When we reached the edge of the ridge we looked across a broad low valley, with one small wave in it, to the enemy's main position on some rocky hills nearly 4,000 yards away.

The place was very strong and well chosen.
Opposite our right ran a long high ridge covered with rocks and leading up to a rocky plateau.

In their centre was a pointed hill, at the foot of which stood their camp, with tents and waggons.

Opposite our left was a small detached kopje, and beyond that a fairly flat plain, with a river running through it, and the railway beyond Elands Laagte Station.
Their three guns stood on the rocky ridge to our right of their camp--two together half-way down, one a little higher up.
Flash--flash--they went, and then came the whirr, the crash, and the screaming fragments.
Suddenly our guns opened in answer from our right centre, and we could watch the shrapnel bursting right over their gunners' heads.

They say the gunners were German.