Sihtffe 



WE extract from Mr. Cumming's " Hunter's Life in South 

 Africa," the following account of an adventure of his in the 

 way of giraffe hunting. 



On the 25th, at dawn, we harnessed our wagons and pro- 

 ceeded about five hours in a north-easterly course, through a 

 boundless open country sparingly adorned with dwarfish old 

 trees. In the distance the long-sought mountains of Ba- 

 mangwato at length loomed blue before me. We halted be- 

 side a glorious fountain, which at once made me forget all 



