We have last seen De Wet upon November 6th, when he fled south from Bothaville, leaving his guns but not his courage behind him.  Trekking across the line, and for a wonder gathering up no train as he passed, he made for that part of the eastern Orange River Colony which had been reoccupied by his countrymen.  Here, in the neighbourhood of Thabanchu, he was able to join other forces, probably the commandos of Haasbroek and Fourie, which still retained some guns.  At the head of a considerable force he attacked the British garrison of Dewetsdorp, a town some forty miles to the south-east of Bloemfontein.

It was on November 18th that De Wet assailed the place, and it fell upon the 24th, after a defence which appears to have been a very creditable one.  Several small British columns were moving in the south-east of the Colony, but none of them arrived in time to avert the disaster, which is the more inexplicable as the town is within one day’s ride of Bloemfontein.  The place is a village hemmed in upon its western side by a semicircle of steep rocky hills broken in the centre by a gully.  The position was a very extended one, and had the fatal weakness that the loss of any portion of it meant the loss of it all.  The garrison consisted of one company of Highland Light Infantry on the southern horn of the semicircle, three companies of the 2nd Gloucester Regiment on the northern and central part, with two guns of the 68th battery.  Some of the Royal Irish Mounted Infantry and a handful of police made up the total of the defenders to something over four hundred, Major Massy in command.

The attack developed at that end of the ridge which was held by the company of Highlanders.  Every night the Boer riflemen drew in closer, and every morning found the position more desperate.  On the 20th the water supply of the garrison was cut, though a little was still brought up by volunteers during the night.  The thirst in the sultry trenches was terrible, but the garrison still, with black lips and parched tongues, held on to their lines.  On the 22nd the attack had made such progress that the post had by the Highlanders became untenable, and had to be withdrawn.  It was occupied next morning by the Boers, and the whole ridge was at their mercy.  Out of eighteen men who served one of the British guns sixteen were killed or wounded, and the last rounds were fired by the sergeant-farrier, who carried, loaded, and fired all by himself.  All day the soldiers held out, but the thirst was in itself enough to justify if not to compel a surrender.  At half-past five the garrison laid down their arms, having lost about sixty killed or wounded.  There does not, as far as one can learn, seem to have been any attempt to injure the two guns which fell into the hands of the enemy.  De Wet himself was one of the first to ride into the British trenches, and the prisoners gazed with interest at the short strong figure, with the dark tail coat and the square-topped bowler hat, of the most famous of the Boer leaders.