It was a large conception, finely carried out.  The 24th was a day of futile shell fire—­and of plans for the future.  The heavy guns were got across once more to the Monte Christo ridge and to Hlangwane, and preparations made to throw the army from the west to the east.  The enemy still snarled and occasionally snapped in front of Hart’s men, but with four companies of the 2nd Rifle Brigade to protect their flanks their position remained secure.

In the meantime, through a contretemps between our outposts and the Boers, no leave had been given to us to withdraw our wounded, and the unfortunate fellows, some hundreds of them, had lain between the lines in agonies of thirst for thirty-six hours—­one of the most painful incidents of the campaign.  Now, upon the 25th, an armistice was proclaimed, and the crying needs of the survivors were attended to.  On the same day the hearts of our soldiers sank within them as they saw the stream of our wagons and guns crossing the river once more.  What, were they foiled again?  Was the blood of these brave men to be shed in vain?  They ground their teeth at the thought.  The higher strategy was not for them, but back was back and forward was forward, and they knew which way their proud hearts wished to go.

The 26th was occupied by the large movements of troops which so complete a reversal of tactics necessitated.  Under the screen of a heavy artillery fire, the British right became the left and the left the right.  A second pontoon bridge was thrown across near the old Boer bridge at Hlangwane, and over it was passed a large force of infantry, Barton’s Fusilier Brigade, Kitchener’s (vice Wynne’s, vice Woodgate’s) Lancashire Brigade, and two battalions of Norcott’s (formerly Lyttelton’s) Brigade.  Coke’s Brigade was left at Colenso to prevent a counter attack upon our left flank and communications.  In this way, while Hart with the Durhams and the 1st Rifle Brigade held the Boers in front, the main body of the army was rapidly swung round on to their left flank.  By the morning of the 27th all were in place for the new attack.

Opposite the point where the troops had been massed were three Boer hills; one, the nearest, may for convenience sake be called Barton’s Hill.  As the army had formerly been situated the assault upon this hill would have been a matter of extreme difficulty; but now, with the heavy guns restored to their commanding position, from which they could sweep its sides and summits, it had recovered its initial advantage.  In the morning sunlight Barton’s Fusiliers crossed the river, and advanced to the attack under a screaming canopy of shells.  Up they went and up, darting and crouching, until their gleaming bayonets sparkled upon the summit.  The masterful artillery had done its work, and the first long step taken in this last stage of the relief of Ladysmith.  The loss had been slight and the advantage enormous.  After they had gained the summit the Fusiliers were stung and stung again by clouds of skirmishers who clung to the flanks of the hill, but their grip was firm and grew firmer with every hour.