Then the guns just set up on the long mountain of Bulwan, threw another plump into the rocks by the largest picket.

"It's like that Bally Klarver," sighed a private, getting up and looking round with apprehension.

"Cannon to right of 'em, cannon to left of 'em!" Then we went on building at the sangar, but without much spirit.

They laughed when I told them how a shell from "Long Tom" fell into the Crown Hotel garden this morning, and all the black servants rushed out to pocket the fragments.

But the only thing which really cheered them was the thought that they had only to "stick it out" till Buller's force went up to the Free State and drew the enemy off--that and a supply of cigarettes.
Early in the afternoon I took my telegram to the Censor as usual, and after the customary wanderings and waste of time I found him--only to hear that the wires were bunched and the line destroyed.