HUNTING IN AFRICA III 
guided fit of compunction, I must suppose, salve their 
consciences, at the same time that they inflict a real wrong 
on the man himself and on his future employer, by giving 
him, shall I call it, an “inaccurate” chit. 
Hast thou found a gunbearer who is staunch and a 
tracker, raise his wages, and hold on to him while you are 
in the country. 
I believe Indian Shakeris are often wonderful trackers. 
I have met and employed one master of the craft, in Nova 
Scotia. JI have heard of another. I name them, for one 
of my objects in publishing these travel and hunting notes 
of mine, is, not merely to tantalize a reader by telling 
him what I have discovered after long search and 
many failures, but, if it is possible, to help him to 
succeed where I failed. If you have got a good thing, 
hand it on, share it as far as you can, your own share will 
never be denied you. But I must not fall into sermon- 
izing. The two, the only two whom I have ever met, 
who were the sort of trackers you read of in novels 
(written by men themselves who never followed a tracker 
probably), are the brothers Malay of Moser River, Halifax 
County, Nova Scotia. 
Fortunate indeed is the sportsman who secures either 
of these men for a moose hunt. For three long September 
days I have seen Will Malay follow one bull moose, over 
eighty miles of rocky bog, fallen timber, alder swamp, 
and fern-clothed lands, pick out that one hoof mark, 
when again and again it merged, and to any other eye 
was hopelessly lost, in not less than fifty other tracks, and 
three times bringing up his man to within forty yards of 
the watchful beast, hidden in darkest, noisiest, black 
spruce swamp, till at least that head was ours. Go to 
Nova Scotia, it is well worth the trip to see such work. 
Your Wakambas cannot approach your Irish-Scotch 
Nova Scotian. But encourage them, make them see you 
