They were followed by the Canadian Artillery, who had joined Colonel Plumer's force, and who were that day horsed with mules out of the Bulawayo coach.

These were galloping, and, considering the distance all had come, both horses and mules looked wonderfully fit and well.
Most of the former, with the appearance of short-tailed English hunters, were stepping gaily out.

The Imperial Light Horse and the Diamond Fields Horse, the latter distinguished by feathers in their felt hats, brought up the procession.

Everybody cheered, and not a few were deeply affected.

Personally, ever since, when I see galloping artillery, that momentous morning is brought back to my mind, and I feel a choking sensation in my throat.
About a quarter of a mile from town the guns unlimbered, and we could not help feeling satisfaction at watching the shells exploding in the laager--that laager we had watched for so many months, and had never been able to touch.