it will generally tell you what his feelings are. My friend 

 maintained that that was how he knew his old dog 

 was enjoying the joke against the cockerel ; and that 

 is certainly how I knew what Jock was thinking about 

 once when lost in the veld ; and it showed me the way 

 back. 



It is easy enough to lose oneself in the Bushveld. 

 The Berg stands up some thousands of feet inland 

 on the west, looking as if it had been put there to 

 hold up the Highveld ; and between the foothills and 

 the sea lies the Bushveld, stretching for hundreds 

 of miles north and south. From the height and 

 distance of the Berg it looks as flat as the floor, but in 

 many parts it is very much cut up by deep rough 

 dongas, sharp rises and depressions, and numbers of 

 small kopjes. Still, it has a way of looking flat, because 

 the hills are small, and very much alike ; and because 

 hill and hollow are covered and hidden mile after mile 

 by small trees of a wonderful sameness, just near 

 enough together to prevent you from seeing more than 

 a few hundred yards at a time. Most people see no 

 differences in sheep : many believe that all Chinamen 

 are exactly alike ; and so it is with the Bushveld : 

 you have to know it first. 



So far I had never lost my way out hunting. The 

 experiences of other men and the warnings from the 

 old hands had made me very careful. We were always 

 hearing of men being lost through leaving the road 

 and following up the game while they were excited, 

 without noticing which way they went and how long 

 they had been going. There were no beaten tracks 



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