CHAPTEE XXI. 



WEARING THE LION COUNTRY. 



The Driver and I come to an Understanding An Addition to the Larder A 

 Hospitable Englishman A Fight between Two of my Native Attendants 

 Their Mode of Battle Some more Pugnacious Boers I shall have no 

 Nonsense this time The Affair satisfactorily ended The Habit of Shaking 

 Hands Another Hospitable Englishman Exchange of Presents I meet 

 some Traders A Hunt proposed Hartebeest brought down A Herd of 

 Quagga I Shoot one The Last Farm In a Ditch Rescued Mr. Froud 

 Mr. Fayune The Leader of the Anti-English Party In the Transvaal 

 Stewed Quagga Curious Habit at Dinner A Shooting Contest My Victory 

 Marking off a Farm Koodoo Nightly Preparations against Lions The 

 Kaminyani Their Projected Hostilities against King Sechelle I lose my 

 Way Come across a Trader My Wagon turns up all right A Pauw. 



AT length I have brought the driver to his level. He 

 was not satisfied by over-flogging the cattle, but turned 

 his whip upon the dogs and attendants. This, of course, 

 could not be allowed, so I pointed out the errors of his 

 ways, and he thought proper, after a little demur, to see 

 them. 



The only casualty to be reported is that one of the 

 new cattle, bought from "the Count," is sick and unable 

 to treck. The driver says it has lung-sickness, and I 

 am not a sufficient judge to decide; whether or not, it is 

 very annoying to lose its service. 



About sunset we crossed three times the erratic 

 bed of what must be in the rainy season a considerable 

 river. Its bottom was one mass of giant boulders, 

 while its banks were fringed with a thick belting of 



