details as to the arrangement of the attack, as the success of the campaign was at least accelerated by it.  The orders were that the Canadians were to advance, the Gordons to support, and the Shropshires to take such a position on the left as would outflank any counter attack upon the part of the Boers.  The Canadians advanced in the darkness of the early morning before the rise of the moon.  The front rank held their rifles in the left hand and each extended right hand grasped the sleeve of the man next it.  The rear rank had their rifles slung and carried spades.  Nearest the river bank were two companies (G and H.) who were followed by the 7th company of Royal Engineers carrying picks and empty sand bags.  The long line stole through a pitchy darkness, knowing that at any instant a blaze of fire such as flamed before the Highlanders at Magersfontein might crash out in front of them.  A hundred, two, three, four, five hundred paces were taken.  They knew that they must be close upon the trenches.  If they could only creep silently enough, they might spring upon the defenders unannounced.  On and on they stole, step by step, praying for silence.  Would the gentle shuffle of feet be heard by the men who lay within stone-throw of them?  Their hopes had begun to rise when there broke upon the silence of the night a resonant metallic rattle, the thud of a falling man, an empty clatter!  They had walked into a line of meat-cans slung upon a wire.  By measurement it was only ninety yards from the trench.  At that instant a single rifle sounded, and the Canadians hurled themselves down upon the ground.  Their bodies had hardly touched it when from a line six hundred yards long there came one furious glare of rifle fire, with a hiss like water on a red-hot plate, of speeding bullets.  In that terrible red light the men as they lay and scraped desperately for cover could see the heads of the Boers pop up and down, and the fringe of rifle barrels quiver and gleam.  How the regiment, lying helpless under this fire, escaped destruction is extraordinary.  To rush the trench in the face of such a continuous blast of lead seemed impossible, and it was equally impossible to remain where they were.  In a short time the moon would be up, and they would be picked off to a man.  The outer companies upon the plain were ordered to retire.  Breaking up into loose order, they made their way back with surprisingly little loss; but a strange contretemps occurred, for, leaping suddenly into a trench held by the Gordons, they transfixed themselves upon the bayonets of the men.  A subaltern and twelve men received bayonet thrusts—­none of them fortunately of a very serious nature.