THROUGH GASA LAND, 



AND 



The Scene of Portuguese Aggression. 



CHAPTER I. 



THE START. 



My first experience of big game shooting in South 

 Africa I am not likely to forget, although it occurred 

 some years ago, for, let me tell the reader, it was not 

 sport at all, but the most harassing, trying work, 

 without break or cessation ; and it would have, had 

 it continued for any length of time, certainly made 

 Jack a dull boy, or driven him stark, staring mad, 

 and sent him into a premature grave. 



Shooting and hunting are delightful amusements 

 when you have food in abundance and rest at night, 

 but when you have a scarcity of both and no 

 shelter, and often a most malarious climate, then 

 I say most emphatically " the game is not worth the 

 candle." 



B 



