But what a scene the first rays of the sun revealed upon that narrow stretch of pass in front of us.

Everywhere the pitfalls and trenches were filled with still surging heaps of men and horses, while all about lay dead and wounded men, the red harvest of our rifle fire.
It was dreadful to contrast the heavenly peace above and the hellish horror beneath.
We took count and found that up to this moment we had not lost a single man, one only having been slightly wounded by a thrown spear.

As is common among semi-savages, this fact filled the White Kendah with an undue exultation.

Thinking that as the beginning was so the end must be, they cheered and shouted, shaking each other's hands, then fell to eating the food which the women brought them with appetite, chattering incessantly, although as a general rule they were a very silent people.
Even the grave Harut, who arrived full of congratulations, seemed as high-spirited as a boy, till I reminded him that the real battle had not yet commenced.
The Black Kendah had fallen into a trap and lost some of their number, that was all, which was fortunate for us but could scarcely affect the issue of the struggle, since they had many thousands left.

Ragnall, who had come up from his lines, agreed with me.