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Cape Corps man rode up, and sent a bullet through the 

 center of his skull. Thus ended the memorable battle 

 of Scliwart Coppice ; and since that time the valorous 

 Bastards have been loud in their own praises, declaring 

 that " they are the boys to put the Boers up to the time 

 o' day." 



On the forenoon of the 16th I rode through the river 

 to visit a gentleman of the name of Bain, who was then 

 living on one of Mr. Fossey's farms. Mr. Bain had 

 made several trips into the interior, and gave me much 

 valuable information and dazzling accounts of the sport 

 I might expect. He recommended my trekking down 

 the Orange E-iver to a drift near Rhama, and thence 

 proceeding by Campbellsdorp to Kuruman, a mission- 

 ary station distant from Colesberg about two hundred 

 and fifty miles, where I should obtain a Bechuana in- 

 terpreter, and all necessary information from the resi- 

 dent missionary. On the following day, having taken 

 leave of my kind friends and brother sportsmen, I rode 

 into Colesberg. Here I had the pleasure of meeting 

 two Nimrods, Messrs. Murray and Oswell, proceeding, 

 like myself, on a hunting expedition into the far inte- 

 rior — the former a keen salmon-fisher from the banks 

 of Tay, the latter a civilian in the Honorable East In- 

 dia Company's service. During my stay in Colesberg 

 I was actively employed storing my collection and re- 

 fitting. All my specimens were carefully sown up in 

 canvas, and nailed down in cases ; and perishable arti- 

 cles, such as skins and stuffed heads, were hermetical- 

 ly sealed, being carefully soldered up in tin cases by 

 old Mr. Privet, the tinsmith, one of the leading mem- 

 bers of the community of Colesberg. 



I covered my wagons with new sails, and had the 

 wheels and iron-work carefully overhauled by the black- 



