Wounded soldiers and burghers were lifted out of the grass and carried tenderly to the ambulance waggons.

The dead were placed side by side, and the same cloth covered the bodies of Boer and Briton.

Men with spades upturned the earth, and stood grimly by while a man in black prayed over the bodies of those who died for their country.
Boer officers, with pencils and paper in their hands, sped over the battlefield from a group of prisoners to a line of passing waggons, and made calculations concerning the result of the day's battle.

Three Boers killed and nine wounded was one side of the account.

On the credit sheet were marked four hundred and eight British soldiers, seven cannon, one hundred and fifty waggons, five hundred and fifty rifles, two thousand horses and cattle, and vast stores of ammunition and provisions captured during the day.
In among the north-eastern hills, where a farmer's daub-and-wattle cottage stood, were the prisoners of war, chatting and joking with their captors.
The officers walked slowly back and forth, never raising their eyes from the ground.