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fellow. They were both shooting on the halves 

 for me, according to the usual conditions. I also 

 had an old fellow with me, sent by Khama to look 

 after my waggons whilst I went away hunting. His 

 name was Ai-eetsee-upee (Knows nothing). He was 

 a very grumpy, disagreeable old fellow, but looked 

 well after my property when I was away from the 

 wao^gons. A nephew of " the man who knew 

 nothing," my two waggon - drivers, and an old 

 Damara named Jacob, with his son Marman, com- 

 pleted our party. 



After passing the " Liclutse " river and the pits of 

 Klabala, we reached a small shallow vley called Maha- 

 kabe, about 10 p.m. on April 22nd. There is never 

 any water in this little pan, except after recent rains. 

 The whole road about here was strewn with articles 

 — ploughshares, hencoops, boxes, etc., thrown from 

 the waggons of the emigrant Boers when on their 

 way to Damaraland last year — melancholy relics of 

 their disastrous journey through this dreadful water- 

 less desert. 



On April 23 we went out under the guidance of 

 two Bushmen to look for elands. In the course of 

 the forenoon we saw a great deal of spoor, one, two, 

 and three days old, but none fresh enough to follow. 

 About mid-day I shot a steinbuck, and shortly 

 afterwards we crossed the spoor of a herd of elands 

 that had passed during the night. This we followed, 

 and about 2 p.m. came up with them, a troop of 

 about a dozen cows and a lot of last year's calves. 

 After driving them on for two or three miles in the 

 direction of the waggons, I shot one, and then 

 turning another out, drove her to the road, where I 

 shot her too. She was in splendid condition, and 

 the fat on her rump was over an inch thick. 



