Meanwhile, the Khalifa’s main force had been held in check and decimated by the artillery now planted on Gebel Surgham and by the fire of the brigades on or near its slopes; so that about eleven o’clock the Sirdar’s lines could everywhere advance.  After beating off a desperate charge of Baggara horsemen from the west, Macdonald unbent his brigade and drove back the sullen hordes of ed Din to the western spurs of the Kerreri Hills, where they were harassed by Broadwood’s horse.  All was now ended, except at the centre of the Khalifa’s force, where a faithful band clustered about the dark-green standard of their leader and chanted defiance to the infidels till one by one they fell.  The chief himself, unworthy object of this devotion, fled away on a swift dromedary some time before the last group of stalwarts bit the sand.

[Illustration:  KHARTUM.]

Despite the terrible heat and the thirst of his men, the Sirdar allowed only a brief rest before he resumed the march on Omdurman.  Leaving no time for the bulk of the Dervish survivors to reach their capital, he pushed on at the head of Maxwell’s brigade, while once more the shells of the gunboats spread terror in the city.  The news brought by a few runaways and the sight of the Khalifa’s standard carried behind the Egyptian ensign dispelled all hopes of resisting the disciplined Sudanese battalions; and, in order to clinch matters, the Sirdar with splendid courage rode at the head of the brigade to summon the city to surrender.  Through the clusters of hovels on the outskirts he rode on despite the protests of his staff against any needless exposure of his life.  He rightly counted on the effect which such boldness on the part of the chief must have on an undecided populace.  Fanatics here and there fired on the conquerors, but the news of the Khalifa’s cowardly flight from the city soon decided the wavering mass to bow before the inscrutable decrees of fate, and ask for backsheesh from the victors.

Thus was Omdurman taken.  Neufeld, an Austrian trader, and some Greeks and nuns who had been in captivity for several years, were at once set free.  It was afterwards estimated that about 10,000 Dervishes perished in the battle; very many died of their wounds upon the field or were bayoneted owing to their persistence in firing on the victors.  This episode formed the darkest side of the triumph; but it was malignantly magnified by some Continental journals into a wholesale slaughter.  This is false.  Omdurman will bear comparison with Skobeleff’s victory at Denghil Tepe at all points.

Two days after his triumph the Sirdar ordered a parade opposite the ruins of the palace in Khartum where Gordon had met his doom.  The funeral service held there in memory of the dead hero was, perhaps, the most affecting scene that this generation has witnessed.  Detachments of most of the regiments of the rescue force formed a semicircle round the Sirdar; and by his side stood a group of war-worn officers,