summit of the peak was spotted with smoke-puffs.  The British division moved on steadily, and, leaving these bold skirmishers to the Soudanese, soon reached the crest of the ridge.  At once and for the first time the whole panorama of Omdurman—­ the brown and battered dome of the Mahdi’s Tomb, the multitude of mud houses, the glittering fork of water which marked the confluence of the rivers—­burst on their vision.  For a moment they stared entranced.  Then their attention was distracted; for trotting, galloping, or halting and gazing stupidly about them, terrified and bewildered, a dozen riderless troop-horses appeared over the further crest—­for the ridge was flat-topped —­coming from the plain, as yet invisible, below.  It was the first news of the Lancers’ charge.  Details soon followed in the shape of the wounded, who in twos and threes began to make their way between the battalions, all covered with blood and many displaying most terrible injuries—­ faces cut to rags, bowels protruding, fishhook spears still stuck in their bodies—­realistic pictures from the darker side of war.  Thus absorbed, the soldiers hardly noticed the growing musketry fire from the peak.  But suddenly the bang of a field-gun set all eyes looking backward.  A battery had unlimbered in the plain between the zeriba and the ridge, and was beginning to shell the summit of the hill.  The report of the guns seemed to be the signal for the whole battle to reopen.  From far away to the right rear there came the sound of loud and continuous infantry firing, and immediately Gatacre halted his division.

Almost before the British had topped the crest of the ridge, before the battery had opened from the plain, while Colonel Sloggett was still spurring across the dangerous ground between the river and the army, the Sirdar knew that his enemy was again upon him.  Looking back from the slopes of Surgham, he saw that MacDonald, instead of continuing his march in echelon, had halted and deployed.  The veteran brigadier had seen the Dervish formations on the ridge to the west of Surgham, realised that he was about to be attacked, and, resolving to anticipate the enemy, immediately brought his three batteries into action at 1,200 yards, Five minutes later the whole of the Khalifa’s reserve, 15,000 strong, led by Yakub with the Black Flag, the bodyguard and ‘all the glories’ of the Dervish Empire, surged into view from behind the hill and advanced on the solitary brigade with the vigour of the first attack and thrice its chances of success.  Thereupon Sir Herbert Kitchener ordered Maxwell to change front to the right and storm Surgham Hill.  He sent Major Sandbach to tell Lewis to conform and come into line on Maxwell’s right.  He galloped himself to the British division—­conveniently halted by General Gatacre on the northern crest of the ridge—­and ordered Lyttelton with the 2nd Brigade to form facing west on Maxwell’s left south of Surgham, and Wauchope with the 1st Brigade to hurry back to fill the wide gap between Lewis and