I 4 o DAYS AND NIGHTS BY THE DESERT. 



see two dog-like heads, with large and very full 

 tulip-shaped ears, taking stock of me. Their phy- 

 siognomy was not for a moment to be mistaken. 

 Once seen, never forgotten, is the impression 

 formed by them on man's memory, and, of all the 

 quadruped creation, I certainly dislike them the 

 most, viz., hyaenas, so I thought I would try my 

 marksmanship upon them before I took my forced 

 departure. My first shot was a clean, fair one ; the 

 second sent off the object of my aim, but not before 

 he acknowledged a hit with his voice. 



This little episode had a soothing effect upon 

 my irritated feelings, and I was about to start upon 

 my wearisome tramp, for I had, at the smallest 

 estimate, ten miles to go, when a native stepped 

 out of the bush. That man was welcome ; black 

 as he was, and odoriferous as he was, I could have 

 hugged him. Never did I previously realize so 

 thoroughly that a black man can be your " friend 

 and brother." 



He immediately comprehended my situation, 

 and, without explanation or request on my part, 

 went for aid. In half an hour quite a crowd was 

 around me. They were the people I had seen 

 driving the cattle some hours before, and had 

 doubtlessly been since asleep while their kine rested 

 during the heat of the midday sun, till disturbed by 

 my last shots. They were a party of Hasesheba's 

 people, several of whom recognized me, and were 



