to, not wisely, but too well; while Tommy Atkins’ glories as a soldier and a man were chorussed in unmeasured terms—­and time.  For the rest—­we were generous—­the Boers we could forgive.  But they must all be captured; in the interests of the campaign it was not expedient that one should escape.  Where should they be housed?  The gaol was not large enough.  The Town Hall was suggested.  But the mines were finally selected—­with exquisite irony; for we little dreamt that the thousands destined eventually to be driven there should be—­our friends, indeed, but not our friend the enemy!

Friday was quiet, and a very jovial day in town.  The Boers—­in blissful ignorance of their approaching doom—­occupied themselves in disfiguring the railway line still more.  It was not easy to do; but it was done.  In the afternoon two tremendous explosions were heard.  “There go the culverts,” was the expression in every mouth.  And so it was; the culverts were blown to pieces.

The Colonel and his officers were getting weary of the cautious methods of warfare of which the enemy never seemed to tire; and the opportunity of inflicting a good and stunning blow was a consummation devoutly wished for in military circles.  The Column was coming, and nothing in the way of a telling stroke had yet been struck—­nothing worthy the vaulting ambition of a soldier accomplished.  Fighting is a soldier’s profession, and the peculiar opportunities afforded by a siege, for the acquirement of fame and distinction, were too rare to be let pass unseized.  How much the Commander and his staff may have been influenced by considerations of this kind, is not easy to say.  But signs were not wanting that a serious endeavour was to be made to induce Mahomet to meet, as it were, the Mountain half way.  The Regulars were looking to their bayonets; the Light Horse were being equipped with brand new steel; and—­to make a long story short—­at break of day on Saturday morning a large body of infantry (composed of Regulars and Irregulars) under the command of Colonel Chamier set out in a southerly direction, towards Carter’s Farm, with general instructions to make things hot for trespassers.  The enemy in possession of the Farm were thus to be debarred from assisting their confreres at a point where another British force was to operate with more serious intent.  To ensure the success of this ruse, the services of a section of the Town Guard were requisitioned for out-flanking purposes on the one side; while the geographical position of the railway line permitted the utilisation of the armoured train for similar service on the other.  The infantry kept steadily advancing until they secured a position which enabled them to rattle with their rifles to some purpose—­the artillery behind them also helping.  Their object was soon achieved; the Boers were forced to devote their energies exclusively to their own defence.  They sat tight—­obedient to the number one law of nature—­engrossed in blazing at the foe before them, which was precisely what the foe before them wanted.