VLACKE-VAARK. 



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After a struggle, and that not an easy one, I re- 

 gained my seat, but it took some minutes before I 

 could induce my horse to settle down into the quiet 

 and respectable paces of a well-behaved animal. 

 The reason of our discomforture was that a vlacke- 

 vaark (warts-hog) had dashed out of the interior 

 of a dead bullock, where he had been doubtless 

 enjoying a meal on the deceased animal's intestines. 

 I do not think that the hog meant to charge me ; 

 but it was so surprised at my intrusion, and so 

 anxious to escape, that I doubt much if it knew in 

 which direction it was going, so passed close under 

 my horse's nose. This boar was a disgusting sight 

 to look at, as it was quite caked over with offal and 

 blood. It was many a day after this event before 

 I forgot this brute's appearance, and from whence 

 it had emerged. The oath that I registered at the 

 time of making his acquaintance, that I would never 

 again eat a piece of mature vlacke-vaark, I have 

 religiously kept. 



PUFF-ADDER AND SAND-GROUSE. 



