Could we carry this the whole position would be ours.

Now for the final effort! Turn every gun upon it, the guns of Monte Christo, the guns of Hlangwane! Turn every rifle upon it--the rifles of Barton's men, the rifles of Hart's men, the carbines of the distant cavalry! Scalp its crown with the machine-gun fire! And now up with you, Lancashire men, Norcott's men! The summit or a glorious death, for beyond that hill your suffering comrades are awaiting you! Put every bullet and every man and all of fire and spirit that you are worth into this last hour; for if you fail now you have failed for ever, and if you win, then when your hairs are white your blood will still run warm when you think of that morning's work.

The long drama had drawn to an end, and one short day's work is to show what that end was to be.
But there was never a doubt of it.

Hardly for one instant did the advance waver at any point of its extended line.

It was the supreme instant of the Natal campaign, as, wave after wave, the long lines of infantry went shimmering up the hill.