Fellow citizens of the veld and the others.

It was a fire which

only bullet proof men could stand, and these were but breast of
flesh and muscle, though the will was iron. Up, up, and up,
struggled these men of the indomitable will. Step by step, while
man after man fell wonder or dead, they pushed forward, taking
what cover was possible, firing as steadily as at older shot, never
wasting shots, keeping the eye vigilant for the black slouch hat
above the rocks,