2nd Gloucester--Lieutenant-Colonel R. F. Lindsell; 2nd Derbyshire--Lieutenant C. D. M. Harrington; 9th Lancers--Captain Campbell; P.R.H.A.--Lieutenant Houston; Royal Engineers--Captain Crookshank; 1st Lincoln--Second Lieutenant Wellesley; Argyll and Sutherland--Lieutenant and Adjutant Glasford; 1st East Kent Regiment (attached 2nd Battalion)--Lieutenant Hickman; 2nd Lincoln--Captain Gardner; King's Own Scottish Borderers--Captain Pratt; East Kent--Captain Marriott; Yorkshire--Captain Pearson, Lieutenant Gunthorpe, 2nd Lieutenant Wardle. Lieutenant Metge (1st Welsh Regiment) was missing. Daily the enemy was squeezed into a smaller space. General Smith Dorrien had now pushed up the river-bed to within two hundred yards of Cronje's entrenchments. The object lesson in perseverance, both on the part of Boers and British, was becoming almost awe-inspiring--the tension was veritably appalling. Soaked with rain to the very skin--the fevered skin that had been scorched, and toasted, and begrimed with dust--our men, grim and fierce, with the storm-winds piping the pipe of death about their ears, held their ground. Rations had been intermittent till the convoys began to come in, and, almost fasting, they had been acutely conscious of the foul, the nauseating atmosphere that now enveloped them like a loathely vaporous entanglement. The river had swollen and bore upon its turbid breast horrific revelations--thousands of rotting carcases and festering loads of poisonous wreckage, that rendered the act even of drawing breath almost a heroism. All along the great march endurance had been put to supreme test, for the track had been margined with the dead bodies of exhausted oxen and horses. These lay littered about, unburied, disembowelled, and in various stages of putrefaction. Everywhere vultures and flies and other loathsome parasites of the veldt hovered and sidled and crawled, glutting themselves at veritable orgies of destruction, and contesting their prizes with the winds. These, taking their fill, hastened to diffuse the remains of the grisly banquet far and wide. Thus the foul dust, wantonly distributed, blew in the throats and eyes and ears of gallant men, and contributed death more liberally, more pitifully, than even the bullets of the Boers! [Illustration: GUNS CAPTURED AT PAARDEBERG. Photo by Alf. S. Hosking, Cape Town.]