CHAPTER XXVIII. 



SURROUNDED BY DISAFFECTED SERVANTS. 



Treachery of my Attendants I am a Fat Cow Never lose your Temper to a 

 Kaffir A Charming Spot How an Irishman made a Fortune in the Kala- 

 hari Difficulty of Hunting in the Lands of Kama and Sechelle Beware of 

 Fraudulent Devices to take you to good Hunting-ground Visited by Bush- 

 People Improvidence in the Matter of Drinking- Water When to Value 

 Water Our aqua pura ! An Improvised Filter Plenty of Snakes Local 

 Belief about Female Snakes. 



As I saw the tent-cover of Greet's wagon disappear in 

 its route northwards my thoughts were not the most 

 enviable. Of course, when I left England I anticipated 

 the kind of life I was about to enter into, but did not 

 expect to do it alone ; and, worse than all, I felt con- 

 vinced that, excepting Umganey, I had bad and unre- 

 liable people about me. 



Greet warned me of this, and used his utmost efforts 

 to induce me to go on to Matabele Land with him and 

 hunt there ; but I had sketched my campaign, and was 

 determined to stick to it, come good or bad. The fol- 

 lowing was a conversation heard by Mr. Greet between 

 my people : 



Driver : " We should be happy." 



Guide : " We should." 



Driver : " It is a fat cow." 



Guide : " Yes, it is a fat cow." 



Driver : "And has plenty of milk." 



Guide : " Yes, it has plenty of milk." 



