QUITE DONE UP. 367 



For a length of time, giraffes, horses, and rifles were 

 things I had no knowledge of. At length I became 

 sufficiently conscious to sit up; my dear little mare stood 

 over me, and looked with her large expressive eyes as if 

 she wondered what was the matter. I tried to pull 

 myself together, but for a time I could not ; I felt no 

 pain, yet I felt no power, though I was conscious that the 

 sun was setting. Not for my own, but for Buby's sake, 

 I made another effort ; the result was excruciating, 

 though partially successful. Then I thought of my rifle. 

 I searched for it, and found it with the barrel choked with 

 sand. I had sense enough to know that in such a 

 state it was not serviceable, and therefore cleared it. 



Used up I undoubtedly was ; a haze was over my 

 eyes, and an amount of lassitude over my body, that I 

 felt indifferent to what might follow, yet my affection 

 for the little mare told me that I must light a fire, or 

 run the risk of losing her during the night from the 

 attack of some skulking marauder. Soon I found a 

 fallen tree : it had long been blown down. I gathered 

 the limbs, and piled them beside the trunk ; the smoke 

 gave way to fire, and the fire hungrily seized upon all 

 that was in its vicinity and suited to its taste. 



I have said I cared not for myself, whether devoured 

 by wild animals or not was perfectly indifferent to me ; 

 I wanted to lie down and rest, possibly not to die, but 

 to be in absolute rest. I was about to give way to my 

 inclination when Euby neighed ; I looked up, and there 

 were my bushmen they had followed the spoor to where 

 they found me. I understood not their language, 

 neither did they mine, still I became aware that they 

 wished me to go to the wagon by repeating the word 

 Moe (Bechuana for wagon), and I consented, perfectly 



