We continued advancing, firing at every puff of smoke, the only indication of the whereabouts of our hidden enemy, until we gained the open, when we were saluted by a succession of volleys from an angle of the forest on our left, especially directed at each officer as he came up, though fortunately, without doing further injury than grazing a few of the men's accoutrements.
— from Campaigning in Kaffirland; Or, Scenes and Adventures in the Kaffir War of 1851-52 by William Ross King