92 liecollections of Adventures 



am a very brave man as a rule, but when I get 

 really frightened, nothing stops me, when once I 

 start to run." (" Ik skrik niet makkelik maar als 

 ik skrik dan skrik ik leelik.") 



Dear Alex, wrote some comical anecdotes of his 

 Zoutpansberg experiences and made several water 

 colour sketches, but unfortunately, nearly all of these 

 were lost in Natal. 



One day, while on his first trip to the Limpopo, 

 his horse got among a troop of elands that were 

 rushing past the wagon and was never seen again. 

 I notice in his diary June 16th, 1863, "Philip 

 Bronkhorst badly torn by a lion " and further 

 "Minnaar found in the bush with both his arms 

 bitten to pieces," showing how frequent these 

 accidents were, in fact in the fifties and sixties they 

 were still of constant occurrence. 



The village of Schoemansdal was prettily situated 

 under the beautiful wooded mountains, with running 

 water in the streets and there were some fine farms 

 in the neighbourhood, but I have never been there 

 since 1865, when the elephant hunting was ruined. 



When Alex, finally did start for the Zambesi he 

 had two horses, eight donkeys, sixty Kaffirs, guns, tent 

 ammunition, and goods to trade for ivory and food 

 His companions turned back at the Limpopo. On 

 reaching Mazila's, Quhugenyana's father, the rascal, 

 levied blackmail for permission to shoot elephants 

 in his country, and then sent a commando to drive 

 them all over a certain river, which Alex, was for- 

 bidden to cross. When Alex, found this out, he did 

 after a time cross, and shot 32 elephants. Then 

 Mazila sent a commando to catch him, but they 

 failed to come up with him, and eventually he 

 reached the Zambesi somewhere between Zumbo and 



