CHAPTEE XXIII. 

 ON GORDON CUMMING'S GROUND. 



English Park-like Scenery My Companion does the Shooting We meet a 

 Boer Family A Picnic on the Limpopo The Gentle Art Oar Captures 

 The Belle of the Party A Walk by the River-side A Shriek The Lion 

 wounded to the Death How the Lion was disturbed Boer Women have 

 no Fear of Wild Beasts The Drinking-place of the Animals The Mapaney 

 Bush The Boomslang Tree Gordon Gumming' s Driver A Memorable 

 Tree The Limpopo River The Animals that are found here How I lost 

 a Dog A Fine Night My Pony Restless I replenish the Fires A Tell 

 and a ShoWThe Dog brained The Panther's Prey A Good Shot- 

 Bringing down Hartebeest The Basuto Pony Sick The Symptoms of hig 

 Disease On the Spoor of the Giraffe Honey-bird Curious Superstition 

 Bagging my Second Pauw The Black Bullock Dead Swindled Poor Pony 

 Worse His Intense Sufferings Death puts an End to his Agony The 

 Secretary Bird A Fight between One and a Snake Origin of their Name 

 A Peculiar Insect A Gathering of Boers Welcomed Religious Service 

 Impressive Scene. 



AFTER leaving the Notawaney, we made three trecks 

 through velt densely covered with thorns, and margined 

 by heavy timber. Gruinea-fowl and francolin were very 

 abundant, while turtle-doves cooed from every tree. 

 The country, although flat, is very pretty, and not 

 unlike some English park scenery, owing to the quantity 

 and diversity of the timber. Although close to the 

 edge of the tropic of Capricorn, the foliage is far more 

 characteristic of a temperate climate than of a tropical 

 one. 



I carry my gun or rifle constantly with me now, 

 but it is more for protection to myself and animals than 

 anything else, for all day large antelopes have been 

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