Among the English casualties, one case was a very sad one.

A young man, named Hazelrigg, of an old Leicestershire family, was badly shot in the region of the heart when taking a message to the B.S.A.P.

fort, not knowing the Boers were in possession.

Smart and good-looking, he had only just been promoted to the post of orderly from being a private in the Cape Police, into which corps he had previously enlisted, having failed in his army examination.
When brought to the hospital, Hazelrigg had nearly bled to death, and was dreadfully weak, his case being evidently hopeless.

I sat with him several hours, putting eau-de-Cologne on his head and brushing away the flies.