sports, and his fame as a plucky big-game hunter and skilful
shot was well known in many a Central Indian village and
Cashmere valley. Educated at the Canadian Military College,
he was a master of his profession, while the long months
spent in Indian jungles had turned him into a handy man
indeed. Wonderful and varied were the uses to which he could
put an empty paraffin-tin or biscuit-box, and excellent were
the stews he could produce out of a mess-tin. On one occasion
in India a wounded panther was mauling one of his beaters.
His rifle was empty, but without a moment's hesitation he
dashed in, and drove the animal away by beating it over the
head. Alas! poor Hensley, we could spare him ill, but, after
all, we know he died the death he would have chosen.]

Towards evening, the regiment received orders to move some few hundred
yards to the right, and bivouac. Colonel Cooper directed the companies
to close in succession, and march from the rocks to the new position.
This movement almost escaped the notice of the Boer artillery, and it
was not until the last company ('H') moved that two shells were fired.
They fell to the right and in front of the leading fours, and did no
damage. The battalion assembled in a narrow amphitheatre just below
the southern crest, and at the head of a valley leading to Fairview
Farm. Although the bivouac could not be seen by the enemy, except from
Spion Kop, it was not altogether sheltered from fire, for every now
and then a bullet would clear the crest-line and strike the ground
below.

In this amphitheatre we perforce remained for three days, having a far
from pleasant time. From sunrise to sunset the rattle of musketry
practically never ceased, only at intervals the hum of the passing
bullets was drowned by the clang of bursting shrapnel. The Boer guns,
posted both directly in front and on the right flank, burst their
shells just over the crest, and fired intermittently all day. There
were four battalions crowded in the amphitheatre, and each one
occupied in turn the crest, whence an uninterrupted fire was directed
on the Boer trenches opposite. The enemy's marksmen had the range of
this crest-line, and it was a dangerous matter to stand up even for a
minute. Stone sangars were built and the companies relieved each other
by the men crawling up the slope. The enemy's artillery ne