When last mentioned De la Rey was in the Marico district, near Zeerust, where he fought two actions with Methuen in the early part of September.  Thence he made his way to Rustenburg and into the Magaliesberg country, where he joined Kemp.  The Boer force was followed up by two British columns under Kekewich and Fetherstonhaugh.  The former commander had camped upon the night of Sunday, September 30th, at the farm of Moedwill, in a strong position within a triangle formed by the Selous River on the west, a donga on the east, and the Zeerust-Rustenburg road as a base.  The apex of the triangle pointed north, with a ridge on the farther side of the river.

The men with Kekewich were for the most part the same as those who had fought in the Vlakfontein engagement—­the Derbys, the 1st Scottish Horse, the Yeomanry, and the 28th R.F.A.  Every precaution appears to have been taken by the leader, and his pickets were thrown out so far that ample warning was assured of an attack.  The Boer onslaught came so suddenly and fiercely, however, in the early morning, that the posts upon the river bank were driven in or destroyed and the riflemen from the ridge on the farther side were able to sweep the camp with their fire.  In numbers the two forces were not unequal, but the Boers had already obtained the tactical advantage, and were playing a game in which they are the schoolmasters of the world.  Never has the British spirit flamed up more fiercely, and from the commander to the latest yeoman recruit there was not a man who flinched from a difficult and almost a desperate task.  The Boers must at all hazard be driven from the position which enabled them to command the camp.  No retreat was possible without such an abandonment of stores as would amount to a disaster.  In the confusion and the uncertain light of early dawn there was no chance of a concerted movement, though Kekewich made such dispositions as were possible with admirable coolness and promptness.  Squadrons and companies closed in upon the river bank with the one thought of coming to close quarters and driving the enemy from their commanding position.  Already more than half the horses and a very large number of officers and men had gone down before the pelting bullets.  Scottish Horse, Yeomanry, and Derbys pushed on, the young soldiers of the two former corps keeping pace with the veteran regiment.  ‘All the men behaved simply splendidly,’ said a spectator, ’taking what little cover there was and advancing yard by yard.  An order was given to try and saddle up a squadron, with the idea of getting round their flank.  I had the saddle almost on one of my ponies when he was hit in two places.  Two men trying to saddle alongside of me were both shot dead, and Lieutenant Wortley was shot through the knee.  I ran back to where I had been firing from and found the Colonel slightly hit, the Adjutant wounded and dying, and men dead and wounded all round.’  But the counter-attack soon began to make way.  At first the advance was slow,