CHAPTER VII 



August ii. — Another donkey died, and our trans- 

 portation problems have begun in good earnest. We 

 have now more loads than we can handle, and we do not 

 yet feel like abandoning anything. Therefore we leave 

 here twelve loads in charge of two sick men, together 

 with two more sick donkeys. They are to camp here 

 until we send for them. This, by our plan, will not be 

 from the next camp. We shall push forward until we 

 find a good country. 



Marched across rolling open grass plains to the end 



of a hill. Not much game in the middle of the plain, 



but ran into it again near Cuninghame's spring and 



thereabouts. StiU blowing hard, and game almost 



impossible to approach. Near the hill I branched off 



to the left after desired meat, while Cuninghame and 



the men went on to make camp. Missed a Robertsi at 



about 200 yards; impossible to hold on in this gale, and 



have to snap for it when the sights touch. Then after a 



long stalk hit a wildebeeste, too far back at 300 yards. 



Sat down to watch him. He stopped about a mile 



away and lay down. Stalked him carefully and 



tried again. Tried sitting down, against a tree, over a 



limb to get a decent sight; but brace myself as I might, 



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