CH. XIV DEATH OF LIEUT. GRANDY 289 



It may be remembered that when I started down 

 country, my friends Messrs. Dorehill, Grandy, and 

 Horner had accompanied Mr. Westbeech to the 

 Zambesi, having resolved to take the risk of being 

 knocked over by fever, which is very deadly in that 

 country during the rainy season. Lieutenant Grandy, 

 who had come out to get some provisions, etc., at 

 Tati, intending to return immediately, I met just 

 before leaving. 



He looked but the shadow of his former stout 

 jovial selt, but seemed to have shaken off the fever 

 from which he had been suffering, and be on a fair 

 way to recovery ; I was thus much surprised and 

 shocked when, some two months later, I heard of his 

 death, which occurred at the Makalaka kraals on his 

 return to the Zambesi, very shortly after I last saw 

 him. 



Poor fellow ! he was one of the kindest-hearted 

 and most jovial souls I have ever met ; his untimely 

 death added one more to the long list of old friends 

 whose bones lie beneath the inhospitable soil of the 

 interior of South Africa. 



At Gerua I met my old friend Dorehill, who then 

 travelled in with me to the Chobe ; and at Pandama- 

 tenka we met Mr. Horner. Both these gentlemen 

 had suffered much from fever ; in fact, Mr. Horner 

 had only clung to Tfe by the skin of his teeth, and 

 when I saw him it was still a question whether he 

 would be able to retain his hold. Eventually, how- 

 ever, I am happy to say, he did recover. 



As the country in which I hunted from May till 

 November was for the most part the same through 

 which I had travelled in 1874, and was, moreover, 

 very barren in interesting experiences, I will not 

 weary my readers with any detailed account of it. 



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