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reak, when the night prowlers, as usual, beat a 

 retreat, and, with their departure, affairs settled 

 down to their usual quiet. 



tl am convinced, if it had not been for the 

 lantity of fuel we had by us, and the magnitude 

 the fires we kept alight, a number of our cattle 

 Duld have been killed, or, equally possible, some 

 my party would have lost the number of their 

 ess. 

 Despite its dangers and hardships, a hunter's 

 e, particularly in the interior of Africa, has a 

 wonderful attraction for some people ; in fact, it 

 asserts such a magnetic influence over many, that, 

 having once enjoyed it, ever after they have an 

 irresistible craving to resume it. The constantly 

 varying scenery, the novel incidents that are con- 

 tinually occurring, and the spice of danger which 

 is always surrounding you, must, I think, be the 

 causes that produce this fascination. 



tThe result of that night had a most marked 

 set upon the conduct of my favourites ; no longer 

 re they playful, affectionate companions, but in 

 ice became morose brutes, ever looking as if 

 they were suffering from a wrong and had made up 

 their minds to avenge it. 



To them I appeared the least objectionable ; 

 then, in degrees of comparison, came the attend- 

 ants ; but Jumbo, the baboon, raised their indig- 

 nation to such a pitch, that this athletic gentleman, 



