CHAPTEE XXXIII. 



OUR SUFFERINGS IN THE GREAT THIRST LAND. 



Learning to Labour and to Wait Utter Loneliness Foreloper's Insolence 

 Doubts about Umganey Looking for my Oxen Trecking by Night Camp 

 attacked by Rhinoceros Covered by a Blanket A very cool Morning 

 A beautiful Spot My Cattle unattended to I fell the Driver and Foreloper 

 Foreloping in Sand No Water to be had Cattle maddened at the Smell 

 of my small private Supply Ackennan ungovernable He knocks me to 

 the Ground Umganey ill Poor Bob wounded Poor Forty's Hind-legs 

 Broken Dire Extremities Water ! Water ! Saved A Young Boer Tra- 

 veller His Misfortunes His Saulted Horse slain by a Lion Forty not 

 Dead Drinking- Places Wild Animals quenching their Thirst Elephant 

 and Rhinoceros at the Water Lion's Voice Joined by Macalacas and 

 Mashoonas Bonty's Head cut open by some wild Beast. 



IT is one thing to send for your bullocks, and quite 

 another to get them. With Umganey I had left orders 

 for all to be prepared to move at three, but not the 

 slightest arrangement had been made to do so. 



I fretted, and fumed, and smoked, but all was of no 

 avail, the cattle did not arrive till half an hour before 

 dark, and then they had not been watered, so in spite 

 of myself I was compelled to delay my departure for 

 another day. This I should not have so much objected 

 to, as the locality was all that could be desired ; but it 

 is ever disagreeable to find yourself subordinate to your 

 servants, instead of being their master. To wait instead 

 of being waited on is, to say the least, eminently 

 distasteful. 



Again, my fever was due on the morrow, which 

 would probably incapacitate me from taking an active 



