s shoulders foam-bespewed, he tore past as if in horror of
the ghastly burden he carried.

How wonderfully expressive are the eyes of these cavalry horses at
times! There it seemed sheer horror; but often when wounded they look
towards one with a world of pitiful appeal for relief; in their
dumbness loud-voicedly reproachful against the horrors of war.

Two men being killed on one horse seems rather a tall order, yet it is
perfectly true. It happened at the cavalry charge after Elandslaagte.
Some of the Boers stood their ground with great stubbornness till our
cavalry were only a few yards away. One middle-aged, bearded fellow
stayed just a little too long, and had not time to get to his horse,
which was a few yards away. He scrambled up behind a brother Boer who
was just mounting, but almost immediately the 5th Lancers were upon
them. There was a farrier-corporal, an immensely big, powerful fellow,
who singled them out. They were galloping down a slight incline as
hard as they could get their horse to travel, but their pursuer was
gaining on them at every stride. When he came within striking distance
he jammed his spurs into his big horse, who sprang forward like a
tiger. Weight of man and horse, impetus of gallop and hill, focused in
that bright lance-point held as in a vice. It pierced the left side of
the back of the man behind, and the point came out through the right
side of the man in front, who, with a convulsive movement, threw up
his hands, flinging his rifle in the air. The Lancer could not
withdraw his lance as the men swayed and dropped from their horse, but
galloped on into the gathering darkness punctured with rifle flashes
here and there and flitting forms that might be friend or foe. This
poor fellow was killed a few days after at the battle of Rietfontein.
How heartily the Boers hated these Lancers! They would have liked so
much to have had lances barred as against the rules of war; and it
would certainly have made an immense difference if our side had
succeeded in getting a few more chances, especially at the
commencement of the war, of using the lance.

The natives, numbers of whom were looking on at this battle, were
greatly delighted with the cavalry charge. It seemed to take their
fancy even more than did the artillery. "Great fight, baas--plenty
much blood, plenty much blood," one of them described it. He said he
was crouching down behind a sheltering rock while the Boers were
running away pas