n8 LODGES IN THE WILDERNESS 



I decided to breakfast in bedj that is without 

 emerging from my kaross. Andries deter- 

 mined to go on with the wagon. Hendrick and 

 the horses were to remain with me; also Piet 

 Noona's nephew who would, later, trot on and 

 overtake the wagon with my kaross and panni- 

 kin. After another hour's sleep the sun became 

 insupportable, for the wind had somewhat died 

 down, so I ordered my faithful Hun to saddle 

 up. He had already located a herd of spring- 

 buck. It had been settled that we were to try 

 and drive these near enough to the track to 

 afford Andries some shooting. No one but 

 Hendrick had seen the game; he said they 

 were too far off — away, ahead, — on the left- 

 hand side of the track, — for us to see. An- 

 dries was to lie in ambush at a certain knoll, 

 while the wagon went on to Kanxas, — there to 

 be outspanned. 



Hendrick's powers of vision were pheno- 

 menal; when objects at a distance were in 

 question, no one dreamt of disputing his ver- 

 dict. His eyes were equal, if not superior to 

 the best prismatic binoculars ever turned out 

 by Dollond or Zeiss, and Nature had appar- 

 ently corrected them for chromatic and all 

 other aberrations. 



The western hills could now be distinctly 



