Small walls enclosing family burial plots where newly-dug ground told its own story of the war seemed grim in the moonlight; native huts with their inhabitants standing like spectres before the doors appeared like monstrous ant-heaps--all these were passed, but the drooping eyes of the burghers saw nothing.

At midnight another halt was made, horses were off-saddled and men lay down on the veld to sleep.

The generals and officers met in Krijgsraad, and other scouts arriving told of the enemy's evident intention of spending the remainder of the night at an old-time off-saddling station known as Sannaspost.

The news was highly important, and the heads of the generals came closer together.

Maps were produced, pencil marks were made, plans were formed, and then the sleeping burghers were aroused.