One hope the star gate universally expressed, that it would soon be over, and this I heartily re-echoed. So another day and night passed. No one came near us that afternoon, and I really think communication was not possible. It was trying to the nerves to sit and listen to the six or seven guns all belching forth their missiles of death on the gallant little town, which was so plainly seen from my windows, and which seemed to lie so unprotected on the star gate veldt.