ABU KLEA AND ABU KRU. 109 Sussex Regiment, though taken in rear, rallied and fought desperately. The men fell back, re-formed in good order, and poured volleys into the enemy, everyone in the leading division falling dead in our midst. The Guards moved not an inch, even when the rear was threatened simultaneously with the front. Among the first of our officers mortally wounded was Colonel Burnaby, who fell gallantly in fight close to his old comrades the Blues.”

Mr. Burleigh, of The Telegraph, thus describes Burnaby’s death :— “ Still down upon us the dark Arab wave rolled. It had arrived within three hundred yards undiminished in volume, unbroken in strength—a rush of spearsmen and swordsmen. Their rifle fire had ceased. Other Arab forces surrounding us—the Mahdi’s troops, plundering Bedouins and pillaging vil¬ lagers from the river side—stood eager on the hill side watching the charge upon the British square. In wild excitement, their white teeth glistening and the sheen of their brandished weapons flashing like thousands of mirrors, onward they came charging straight into cur ranks. I was at that instant inside the square, not far from Gardner gun, when I saw the left face move somewhat backward. Col. Burnaby himself, whose every action I saw from a distance of about thirty yards, rode out in front of the rear left face, appar¬ ently to assist two or three skirmishers running in hard pressed. All but one man succeeded in reaching our lines. Col. Burnaby went forward to his assistance sword in hand. As the dauntless Colonel rode forward he put him¬ self in the way of a sheikh charging down on horseback. Ere the Arab closed with him a bullet from some one in our ranks brought the sheikh headlong to the ground. The enemy’s spearsmen were close behind, and one of them suddenly dashed at Colonel Burnaby, pointing the long blade of his spear at his throat. Checking his horse and pulling it backward, Burnaby leapt for¬ ward in his saddle and parried the Moslem’s rapid and ferocious thrusts. But the length of the man’s weapon—eight feet—put it out of his power to return with interest the Arab’s murderous intent. Once or twice Colonel Burnaby just touched his man, only to make him more wary and eager. Affray was the work of seconds only, for the savage horde of swarthy negroes from Kordofan and straight-haired tawny-complexioned Arabs of the Bahiuda stripe were fast closing in on our square. Colonel Burnaby fenced the swarthy Ar .b as if he were playing in an assault-at-arms, and there was a smile upon his features as he drove off the man’s awkward points. The scene was taken in at a glance. With that lightning instinct which I have seen desert war¬ riors before now display in battle while coming to one another’s aid, an Arab, who was pursuing a soldier and had passed five paces to Burnaby’s right and rear, turned with a sudden spring, and this second Arab ran his spear into the Colonel’s right shoulder. It was but a slight wound. Enough, though, to cause Burnaby to twist around in his saddle and defend himself from this