All through the day, through the heat and dust, the Sixth Division had been marching from Ramdam to the fords; it headed for Waterval Drift, and its advance began to arrive with the supply train just as the cavalry off-saddled. "That train crossing the dark veldt at sunset had a weird beauty of its own," writes Mr. Battersby, the _Morning Post_ correspondent. "The evening was absolutely still and clear, and the grey, soft smoke of dust, which every footfall lifted, clung about the miles of waggons like a cocoon. Looking westward, where the train rose over the roll of ground about the pan, the dust that drifted across the sunset became a wondrous smoke of gold, filled with strange creatures and monstrous shapes, black as a silhouette and spidery thin. The smoke faded to rose, and from rose to silver, as the track sank into the dark shadow of the down, and the beasts and carts which filled it took again their own shapes and size." And as the Sixth Division moved up to Waterval Drift, the Seventh with Lord Roberts entered Ramdam, and the Ninth, acting as rearguard, approached Enslin. Only the First Division now remained at Modder River Camp to watch Cronje and prevent him from breaking out to the west or striking at the camp. Even now that the British turning movement was making such progress, the Boer leader obstinately clung to his belief that all it portended was an attack upon Magersfontein by way of Jacobsdal, for which he was perfectly ready, or, at the worst, an attempt to cut the communications of the commandos operating at Colesberg; told Count Villebois de Mareuil, when that worthy strove to alarm him, that he had been a soldier from before Villebois was born, and knew what he was about; and he derided those who pointed out the ominous clouds of dust far away to the south. [Sidenote: The cavalry push forward.] [Sidenote: FEB. 13, 1900.] _Advance of the Cavalry._]