On the left the Lancasters, the Lancashire Fusiliers, the South Lancashires, the York and Lancasters, with a burr of north country oaths, went racing for the summit.

Spion Kop and a thousand comrades were calling for vengeance.

'Remember, men, the eyes of Lancashire are watching you,' cried the gallant MacCarthy O'Leary.

The old 40th swept on, but his dead body marked the way which they had taken.

On the right the East Surrey, the Cameronians, the 3rd Rifles, the 1st Rifle Brigade, the Durhams, and the gallant Irishmen, so sorely stricken and yet so eager, were all pressing upwards and onwards.
The Boer fire lulls, it ceases--they are running! Wild hat-waving men upon the Hlangwane uplands see the silhouette of the active figures of the stormers along the sky-line and know that the position is theirs.
Exultant soldiers dance and cheer upon the ridge.