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.