Hunting at High Altitudes 



aged to collect a little dry grass to make a momen- 

 tary blaze, which, together with a few shots, 

 brought the men up by midnight, very tired and 

 thirsty. 



The next morning we saw far off the tops of a 

 small clump of trees on a rise of ground, where our 

 guide assured us he had seen buffalo a week be- 

 fore, and these we reached about noon, the tired 

 porters not getting in until late. Luckily, there 

 was water, but absolutely no sign of buffalo, and 

 the guide became very impertinent ; but as the tired 

 porters staggered in one by one, he changed his 

 manner on my threatening to turn him over to 

 their tender mercies. At last he confessed that he 

 had not seen buffalo for three years. I gave him 

 his choice of being turned over to our men, taking 

 a whipping or carrying a load back to* camp, which 

 latter he chose, and I need not say that the load 

 the men made up for him was far from light, and 

 that a very chastened native arrived at the wagon 

 late the next evening, and as soon as he had 

 deposited his burden, started for his kraal. 



Upon our return, we found a native awaiting 

 us, who offered to show us buffalo in another direc- 

 tion, so after a day's rest we went with him. He 

 told us that we would have to make a dry camp 

 the first night, but would reach a pan or pool the 



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