outnumbered, and this rock fighting is that above all others in which the Boer has an advantage over the regular.  A helio on the hill cried for help.  The losses were heavy, it said, and the assailants numerous.  The Boers closed swiftly in upon the flanks, and the fusiliers were no match for their assailants.  Till the very climax the helio still cried that they were being overpowered, and it is said that even while working it the soldier in charge was hurled over the cliff by the onrush of the victorious Boers.

The fight of the mounted infantry men had been at half-past four.  At six the attack upon the hill had developed, and Clements in response to those frantic flashes of light had sent up a hundred men of the yeomanry, from the Fife and Devon squadrons, as a reinforcement.  To climb a precipitous thousand feet with rifle, bandolier, and spurs, is no easy feat, yet that roar of battle above them heartened them upon their way.  But in spite of all their efforts they were only in time to share the general disaster.  The head of the line of hard-breathing yeomen reached the plateau just as the Boers, sweeping over the remnants of the Northumberland Fusiliers, reached the brink of the cliff.  One by one the yeomen darted over the edge, and endeavoured to find some cover in the face of an infernal point-blank fire.  Captain Mudie of the staff, who went first, was shot down.  So was Purvis of the Fifes, who followed him.  The others, springing over their bodies, rushed for a small trench, and tried to restore the fight.  Lieutenant Campbell, a gallant young fellow, was shot dead as he rallied his men.  Of twenty-seven of the Fifeshires upon the hill six were killed and eleven wounded.  The statistics of the Devons are equally heroic.  Those yeomen who had not yet reached the crest were in a perfectly impossible position, as the Boers were firing from complete cover right down upon them.  There was no alternative for them but surrender.  By seven o’clock every British soldier upon the hill, yeoman or fusilier, had been killed, wounded, or taken.  It is not true that the supply of cartridges ran out, and the fusiliers, with the ill-luck which has pursued the 2nd battalion, were outnumbered and outfought by better skirmishers than themselves.

Seldom has a General found himself in a more trying position than Clements, or extricated himself more honourably.  Not only had he lost nearly half his force, but his camp was no longer tenable, and his whole army was commanded by the fringe of deadly rifles upon the cliff.  From the berg to the camp was from 800 to 1000 yards, and a sleet of bullets whistled down upon it.  How severe was the fire may be gauged from the fact that the little pet monkey belonging to the yeomanry—­a small enough object—­was hit three times, though he lived to survive as a battle-scarred veteran.  Those wounded in the early action found themselves in a terrible position, laid out in the open under a withering fire,