From the diary of William Watson, Ladysmith, November 1899:
We are getting used to the shells, and on the whole, so long as no one is hit, the sensation they cause, is not unpleasant. My son has some pieces of shell, weighing from three to six pounds each. Lumps of solid iron 2.5 inches thick. Of course if one of these dainty morsels hits a man, he may be regarded as past praying for. Bulier has now been landed at the Cape, for ten days. It is time we heard of the fall of Pretoria. — Two traitors were arrested yesterday, but as these wretches are never punished, I don’t see the use of arresting them. — The military powers never give us any authentic news as to what is taking place. This is, of course the right policy, but it is annoying, all the same. We are cut off from all the other parts of the colony, and so we never see a newspaper. We have more than enough of rumours, but these gradually turn out to be lies.
12 noon. Apparently there is to be no shindy today, as no shots have been fired.
1 p.m. Two shots from our lines, on the rebel two gun battery, on Bulwan. No reply. Probably they are busy burying the dead. They lost 650 men yesterday. Ladysmith is proving a more difficult nut to crack than they expected. The town is situated in a hollow surrounded by stony hills, which completely dominate the place. I believe the site of the town, was a lake, lagoon or a swamp, in bygone ages. Our batteries occupy most of the hills, but the rebels have a battery of big guns on Bulwan, which is the highest and biggest hill. This battery, commands the town.
4 p.m. We have had rather a quiet day, but the rebels are giving us a few shells now in the midst of a thunder storm, so it is difficult to distinguish the guns from the thunder.