A GOOD TREK. 73 



which latter is much to be regretted, for how could 

 the white man travel without them in this country ? 

 But whacking is no unusual return for good service. 



It only remains for me to now give the reader 

 a glimpse into my wagon. On my baggage will 

 be found a comfortable bed, covered with a scarlet 

 blanket for quilt and a couple of large air pillows for 

 feather ones. On each side are arm-racks, in which 

 are hung several rifles and shot-guns, while around 

 the sides are innumerable bags, in which everything 

 is to be found, from a tooth-brush to a "hold-all," or 

 from a needle to a cookery book. 



I have said so much on what is not actual 

 shooting in order that the reader may the better 

 understand the surroundings when we come into the 

 country of larger game. So off to bed, to be up in 

 the morning early. 



Before sun-up the oxen were in the yoke, for 

 three long treks were before us, with only one 

 probable watering-place. The road was good but 

 heavy, and the air cool and invigorating, so we 

 stepped merrily along. 



As my chum was a late sleeper when nothing 

 particular was on the tapis, my wagon took the 



