WILD LIFE ACROSS THE WORLD 



at times the dust was far from being pleasant. As 

 there was the possibility of finding water-holes ahead 

 dry or full of liquid mud, we filled up the tanks on the 

 wagons, as well as every other vessel capable of holding 

 water. In Ulyate, the hunter, I had a man who knew 

 his business, and, acting on his advice, I took no 

 chances. You can do without a good many things 

 on the veldt — without tents, without folding chairs 

 and tables, without whisky, even without food at a 

 pinch — ^but you must have water. 



On the march the three cowboys rode ahead, whilst 

 I was close at hand with my camera ready for instant 

 use. We might hit on something interesting at any 

 moment. 



It was hot and dusty, terribly hot, but there was 

 no question of delay. We had the oxen to consider. 

 About noon we made a short outspan, barely worth 

 while really, for the oxen had no time to feed, and 

 even had there been time there was Httle for them 

 to eat. Trees were conspicuous by their absence, 

 the brush being little more than low thorn scrub, 

 and it was only under the wagons themselves that one 

 could find any shade. 



Soon after we had inspanned and started off again 

 someone noticed lion spoor, and there was a thrill 

 of excitement amongst the new hands, who had not 

 yet realised that from the Zambezi to Khartoum you 

 can find lion spoor everywhere, indeed you expect 



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