WTER'S ARCADIA. 



one brings to bag are in a more or less domesticated 

 state. If the reader, therefore, will travel with me 

 in thought, at least, I will endeavour to tell him how 

 and where game can be killed ranging over all the 

 intermediate sizes between that of the green plover 

 and roedeer, and to which the stigma of domestication 

 cannot be attached. 



Kooruman I had left two days previous to the 

 occurrence of the day's sport of which I am about 

 to give a sketch. 



But Kooruman I cannot leave without saying 

 a word or two descriptive of it and its surroundings, 

 for a more maligned place it never was my fortune 

 to visit. The very name of Kooruman brings back 

 to me the impressions I had formed of it, culled, 

 doubtless, from the numerous works of the members 

 of different missionary societies. My early impres- 

 sions, I find, are exactly identical with those of nine 

 out of ten of the reading public, viz., a scattered 

 settlement on a tiny spring, with deserts resembling 

 those of the Sahara surrounding it, which stretch 

 to the horizon, and even far beyond it, without a 

 tree or shrub to break the monotony. 



I feel certain that many, as well as myself, 



