CHAPTER XXXVII. 



A VISIT TO KING SECHELLE. 



A Wildebeest Hunt Sultry Weather My Spoorer The Game in Sight Blown 

 Bring down a Cow The Wounded Animal charges my Attendant 

 Assegaied A Clean Miss The Wildebeest gone for Good Spoor of Giraffe 

 and Quagga " Kiloe " and " Petsi "A Shot at Zebra Success A Look 

 at my Cattle My new Ox jumped by a Leopard Bolts with its Assailant 

 I Pursue to no Purpose Certain Fate of the Poor Brute Lost Spend 

 the Night * s out " Light a Fire Stung Attacked by Bed Ants A Miser- 

 able Night I Find my Wagon Crowds of Partridges and Turtle-doves 

 Cruelty to Buffle His Wretched End The Lion-bird Aw awe King 

 Sechelle's Cattle A Magnificent Roan Mr. Williams, the Missionary- 

 King Sechelle His great Grief Defeat of his Troops His Queen 

 Sechelle's Town An Hospitable Englishman. 



HERE at Mashue the bullock so lately purchased, 

 and so badly treated by his companions, came to a most 

 untimely and unexpected end. Wildebeest spoor was 

 so fresh and abundant around us, that I resolved to 

 take my rifle and go in pursuit of them. A bushman 

 who lived in the neighbourhood was easily induced to 

 accompany me as spoorer. Trees were small and far 

 between, while the mapaney brush had given place to 

 the ivory-needle thorn, causing the surface of the 

 country, which was rolling, to be far from enlivening. 

 The sun was unusually hot, the air was oppressive, and 

 the distance seemed to quiver from the mirage effect of 

 the atmosphere. Still, these disagreeables were in my 

 favour as far as finding game was concerned, for the 

 wild animals, quite as much as man, dislike travelling 

 long distances under such uncomfortable circumstances, 

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