The captured wagons in a long double row stretched out over the plain, and under this cover the Dutchmen swarmed up to the kraal.
But the men who faced them were veterans also, and the defence made up for the disparity of numbers.

With fine courage the Boers made their way up to the village, and established themselves in the outlying huts, but the Mounted Infantry clung desperately to their position.

Out of the few officers present Findlay was shot through the head, Moir and Cameron through the heart, and Strong through the stomach.

It was a Waggon Hill upon a small scale, two dour lines of skirmishers emptying their rifles into each other at point-blank range.

Once more, as at Bothaville, the British Mounted Infantry proved that when it came to a dogged pelting match they could stand punishment longer than their enemy.