A Shooting Trip in Northwestern Rhodesia 



next morning. The mere fact of knowing water 

 is scarce makes one thirsty, and I could have done 

 with more that evening, but did not worry, as we 

 expected to reach water early the next day. I 

 should say that the reason we did not go on to the 

 water the first day was because we hoped to run 

 into buffalo grazing near the pan in the morning. 



We left camp after the first sign of dawn, and 

 soon found fresh spoor of the herd, which we 

 followed until it entered a dense thicket of thorns 

 many miles in extent. By this time we were quite 

 ready for breakfast and water, so made for the 

 pan, which we found almost dry and absolutely 

 undrinkable for a white man, as its stench was 

 unbearable. 



Our men told us that we could buy water from 

 a well near a kraal, a few miles distant, and we 

 sent at once for some, in the meantime sitting very 

 thirsty under a thin tree, while I thought of the 

 many times I had been in a bath tub without drink- 

 ing the water, and Finaughty hta hoarse voice made 

 remarks on the man who wrote the hymn about 

 "Africa's Sunny Fountains." At last the water 

 arrived, muddy, smelly, but drinkable with tea, 

 and at this camp we stayed two weeks, the first 

 part of which we were out before dawn trying to 

 catch the buffalo which drank at the pan every 



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