“On the Bluff was a veritable inferno--the H.E. bursting in black clouds, the shrapnel in fleece-like puffs, both hurling death on the doomed Turks--one continuous and awful roar swept the threatened area. “Deafened by the noise and rendered dizzy by the concussion, Turks in the advanced trenches on the crest of the hill could be seen getting up and running in a drunken manner to the rear; some caught by bullets while _en route_, fell; others disappeared in the burst of an H.E. shell, and nothing remained when the black cloud cleared away. “And then the Hussars advanced; it was a glorious sight--the first line led by their gallant Colonel, in perfect order, as if one on a drill parade, swept round the edge of Cemetery Hill--the pace increased--on they went with a loud inspiring cheer. Then equally steady followed the second line. “The enemy’s machine-guns rattled furiously--ours replied viciously--on, on went the Hussars--then to our horror we saw a check, and we realised that, straight across the front of the Hussars, between them and the Bluff, ran a nullah. “What is going to happen? Is it too wide? Can they cross it? Another Omdurman or Shabkadr? were among the agonising thoughts that flashed through our minds. “A little crowding--a horse down--then a cheer rose to our lips as we saw the Colonel thread his way across, and then, on his heels, scrambling, hustling, thrusting, scarcely checking, the first line crossed and went on. “By this time the onlookers on the Cemetery Hill were mad with excitement, and quite oblivious of the bullets still whistling over them, they were standing up wildly cheering on the gallant Hussars. Now they had reached the foot of the Bluff--so close was it to us that we could distinguish individuals. “Off they get--fix bayonets--up the hill they scrambled, with their Colonel still at their head; the barrage lifts beautifully in time--and the Hussars clear the crest and, spreading like a fan, on they go. A machine-gun is rushed--then a Hussar was seen to fall--bayonet work begins.... ”‘By God, they are counter-attacking!’ bursts from the Brigade Major’s lips, as a party of Turks drive back a troop of the Hussars; but, steady as rocks, the Hussars meet the new attack--a few shots, and then the bayonet. On our left there is a thunder of hoofs--a host of lance-pennons dotted o’er the countryside shows the 13th and 14th Lancers are hurrying forward in support, lance in rest ready for the pursuit. This is the final act in the drama, and then all sobriety is forgotten; our helmets fly in the air as we cheer and cheer again, as on all sides white flags of surrender are raised by the defeated Turks. “From every direction, in a few minutes, small bodies of the enemy, marshalled by the gallant Hussars, can be seen marching in--and the affair was over.