Inside the walls that evening there was a triumphant scene of rejoicing, in which to a man the wounded took part.
The wagons had been emptied, and grain and meal stored under cover; horses and bullocks had a good feed, and one of the wagons was demolished for firewood, our whole force revelling in what they called a glorious roast of beef.
I never felt so much abashed in my life, I could not feel proud; though, of course, I had done my best.

I tried to explain that it was poor old black Joeboy we had to thank for the success of the raid; but the men would not listen.

If ever poor fellow was glad when the sentries had been relieved and the fires were out, so that rest and silence might succeed the wild feast, I was that person.

I felt utterly exhausted, and I have only a vague recollection of lying down upon some bags of mealies, and of Denham, who was by me, saying: "Hurrah, old fellow! The chief must make you a sergeant for this." I don't think I made any reply, for I was nearly asleep; and that night seemed to glide away in a minute and a half..