The surmise goes that Joubert cannot get his men up to the attacking point.

Their loss last Saturday was certainly heavy.
Yesterday the Boers, with fine simplicity, sent to our ambulance camp for some chlorodyne because they had run short of it, and were troubled with dysentery like ourselves.

Being at heart a kindly people, we gave them what they wanted and a little brandy besides.

The British soldier thereupon invents the satire that Joubert asked for some forage because his horses were hungry, and Sir George White replied: "I would very gladly accede to your request, but have only enough forage myself to last three years." The day passed, and we did not lose a single man.

Yet the enemy must have enjoyed one incident.