d Field can be replaced. Lieutenant Masterson,
formerly a private, and later a colour-sergeant in the Irish Fusiliers,
was ordered back over the exposed space cleared by the first charge to
bring up a small reinforcement further on the left. On the way he was
shot at least three times, but staggered on and gave his order. He still
survives, and is recommended for the Victoria Cross. He comes of a
fighting Irish stock, and his great-grandfather captured the French
Eagle at Barossa in the Peninsular War. He received his commission for
gallantry in Egypt.

But the day was won. The position was cleared. That charge finished the
business. The credit for the whole defence against one of the bravest
attacks ever made rests with the Light Horse, the Gordons, and the
Devons. Yet it is impossible to forget the unflinching self-devotion of
the King's Royal Rifle officers. They suffered terribly, and the worst
is they suffered almost in vain. At one moment, when the defenders had
been driven back over the summit's edge, Major Mackworth (of the
Queen's, but attached to the King's Royal Rifles) went up again, calling
on the men to follow him. Just with his walking-stick in his hand he
went up, and with the few brave men who followed him he died.

The attack on the main position of Caesar's Camp was much the same in
plan and result. At 3 a.m. the Manchester pickets along the extremity's
left edge (_i.e._, north-east) were surprised by the appearance of Boers
in their very midst. Lieutenant Hunt-Grubbe, who was visiting the
pickets, mistook them for volunteers. "Hullo! Boers!" he cried out. They
laughed and answered, "Yes, burghers!" He was a prisoner in their hands
for some hours. The whole of one section was shot dead at their post.
The alarm was given, but the outlying sentries and piquets could not
move from the little shelters and walls which alone protected them from
the oblique fire from an unknown direction. Many were shot down. Some
remained hidden at the bottom of their defence pits till late in the
afternoon without being able to stir. Creeping up the dead ground on the
cliffs face, which is covered with rocks and thick bushes, the Boers
lined the left edge of the summit in great numbers. Probably about 1,000
attacked that part alone, and about 200 advanced on to the top. They
were all Transvaal Boers, chiefly volunteers from the commandoes of
Heidelburg and Wakkerstroom. This main body was attempting to take our
left (nort