Over rolled a number of the Umtetwa, but the rest cared little.

Forward they sped straight to the laager, striving to force a way in.

But the Boers plied them with volley after volley, and, packed as the Zulus were, the elephant guns loaded with slugs and small shot did frightful execution.

Only one man even got on to a waggon, and as he did so I saw a Boer woman strike him on the head with an axe.

He fell down, and slowly, amid howls of derision from the two lines on the hill-side, the Zulus drew back.
"Let us go, father!" shouted the soldiers on the slope, among whom I was, to their chief, who had come up.