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when I shot him dead with a single shot. He proved 

 to be the wounded buck, having received my first shot 

 in the shoulder. This was a first-rate specimen of the 

 roan antelope, and carried a pair of superb cimeter- 

 shaped horns, which were long and fairly set, and beau- 

 tifully knotted. Before leaving Massouey two more 

 noble giraffes fell before my rifle, also several fat elands 

 and other varieties of game. 



After remaining in the neighborhood of the fountain 

 for several days, and finding that it was entirely de- 

 serted by the elephants, I determined to retrace my 

 steps and seek for them beyond Bamangwato, and on 

 the 18th we again came to the camp of Sicomy upon 

 the Rocky Mountains. I found the king in a kraal 

 which I had not hitherto visited. He was seated be- 

 neath a low shady tree, with a few friends and some 

 of his wives. A number of splendid koodoos' skulls 

 and horns lay rotting about the kraal, among which 

 were several pairs exceeding any I had yet beheld. 

 Casting my eyes to the southeast, I obtained a very 

 distant view of the country in that direction. From 

 the base of the mountain on which I stood stretched a 

 dead-level parlc through a bold opening in the mount- 

 ains. This park was regularly ornamented with groves 

 and forest-trees, and extended without the slightest 

 break or change as far as I could see. The scene ex- 

 actly resembled the ocean when viewed from the sum- 

 mit of some bold mountain standing near its shore. 

 Having partaken of the king's beer, I descended to my 

 wagons, when we continued our march along the afore- 

 said valley. I was accompanied by Sicomy's brother ; 

 and on looking behind me as we proceeded, I beiield 

 long strings of the natives following in our wake, and 

 small detached parties kept pouring down from the 



