CHAPTER IX.
INCIDENTS, ACCIDENTS, AND REALITIES LADYSMITH, _November 9, 1899_.[1] A day of furious and general attack.

Just before five I was wakened by a shell blustering through the eucalyptus outside my window, and bursting in a gully beyond.

"Lady Anne" answered at once, and soon all the Naval Brigade guns were in full cry.

What should we have done without the Naval guns?
We have nothing else but ordinary field artillery, quite unable to reply to the heavy guns which the Boers have now placed in position round the town.

Yet they only came up at the last moment, and it was a mere piece of luck they got through at all.