A Huge Tortoise 
I spent my days on the island in pursuing the 
wily red-legged partridge, a few of which were 
to be found on the slopes of the rocky hills; and 
in trying to shoot a wild goat on a semi-detached 
peninsula, known as the Barn Rock. These goats, 
the offspring of tame ones run wild, are ex- 
tremely difficult to stalk, and are quite as wary 
and agile as any animal I have ever bagged. 
Dinizulu, the deported king of the Zulus, was 
at this time a prisoner on St. Helena, and occu- 
pied a small villa outside Georgetown. He was 
quite an intelligent nigger, and not so fat as he 
subsequently became. He had with him as fellow- 
prisoners two or three of his uncles and head 
Indunas, who all wore a kaross of skins and head- 
rings, whilst Dinizulu himself was dressed in the 
most up-to-date clothes. All of them had the 
most extraordinarily lengthy finger-nails—quite 
an inch long. 
At the Governor’s house a gigantic Galapagos 
Island tortoise, like the largest ones in the Zoo, 
was kept. They can move along quite easily 
with a fair-sized child astride their shells. A 
safe mount, but slow. 
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