"Hurrah!" was echoed back; and on they dashed, Dragoons, Cape Corps, Burghers, Hottentots, and Fingoes. They found the enemy up and in position; but they had never intended to be caught in an open plain. They had never before had an opportunity of judging fairly of a charge of English cavalry. Such a _melee_. The cavalry dashed through the phalanx of Kaffirs, and, for want of more cavalry to support them, _dashed back again_. A Hottentot soldier, one of the Sturdy Cape Corps, having two horses given him to take care of, charged _unarmed_, save his sword, and _with a horse in each hand_! There was great slaughter among the enemy. Captain Walpole, R.E., who had gone out as an amateur, was severely wounded in two places; Sir Harry Darell was again wounded, but not severely, with an assegai, as was also Lieutenant Bunbury, 7th Dragoon Guards. Such Kaffirs as could not escape fell down exhausted, and cried for mercy: there was a great deal of cunning in this,--they would have stabbed any one who approached near enough to them to offer a kind word. They had all had enough, however, of meeting a combined force of cavalry and Cape Corps, and no doubt the latter tried to surpass themselves. Those gallant little "Totties" are an untiring, determined band. How little do we know in England of the smartness and courage of the Hottentot! So excited were the troops by this victory over the enemy--more than two hundred savages being killed, and an immense number carried off wounded--that they galloped back to Fort Peddie with the news, and without refreshing themselves or their horses. Had the enemy been a few minutes earlier in leaving _their_ bivouac, or had the troops been a few minutes later in reaching _theirs_, the parties would never have met. Only one man fell on our side, a Cape Corps soldier, who had often been reproved for his rashness. This action on the Qwanga served to damp the ardour of the Kaffirs for some time. They bore off their wounded and dying to the kloofs, where they had established hospitals in the clefts of rocks, or under bush, screened by karosses and sheepskins, and mourned the death of many a chieftain's son, captain, or councillor. The superior chiefs themselves seldom fall, and no paramount chief is expected to lead his men to action. In the attack on the Mancazana, Macomo, Sandilla's uncle, beat his warriors to the advance with his knob-kiurries; and then, seating himself on a hill, waited the result of the attack and the capture of the cattle.