CHAPTEE XXXII. 



ON THE RETURN JOURNEY. 



Hunted by a Wounded Tusker He Misses his Mark Never will chase Man 

 more Good-bye to the Massaras Souvenirs My Gift to the Beauty 

 Treck, Treck, Treck ! Water-pits Where has the Water gone ? Digging 

 for the Precioua Liquid Quenching Thirst A Baobab Tree Meruley 

 Fruit Disaffection among my Servants My Attendants have Fled! 

 Reviving the Fires Stung by a Scorpion My Attendants' Festivities 

 Disturbing the Merry-makers Ordered to Return to my Camp Foreloper 

 Refuses Coppies Black Rhinoceros Shot Dead Klep Springers My 

 Saddle in Sad State Little Grey Monkeys Beautiful Koodoo. 



INTO the fly country I went, game I found in the utmost 

 abundance, particularly buffalo. If I had desired it I 

 could have killed a dozen of them a day ; but tuskers 

 were what I wanted, and they were not scarce, but 

 difficult to circumvent. 



However, we persevered, and ivory came in plentifully. 

 One incident which occurred in the weeks I spent away 

 from my wagon is I think deserving of notice. For two 

 days we followed on foot the spoor of several elephants ; 

 of course we slept out at night on their track, and 

 under the circumstances tried to make ourselves as 

 comfortable as we could. The third day we overtook 

 our game in some hills not steep, but very rocky ; our 

 approach to them was unobserved, so that I got within 

 thirty yards of a large tusker before I fired. The first 

 barrel staggered him, the second missed fire, and before 

 I could shove fresh cartridges into the breeches, my 

 position was discovered, and I had to seek safety in 



