A RECORD OTTER HUNT 61 



setters," were the kind of replies made to M.'s cool 

 request. But in most cases the owners of the dogs would, 

 after consenting to lend their setter, pointer, or retriever, 

 as the case might be, ask, " What do you want the dog 



for— korhaan ? " " No, otters." " Otters be d d, 



you can't have him for that kind of game," and away 

 would go the dog's owner in a huff. We — or rather M. — 

 managed to " bag " two and a half couple from different 

 members of the club— namely, a bull-terrier (blind of an 

 eye), one Irish and two fox terriers, an ancient spaniel 

 (he went on three legs by choice), and a powerful skew- 

 bald animal, of doubtful breed, which was promptly 

 christened " Window-shutter." 



After leaving the club we visited the stables of the 

 principal horsedealer in the place, who promised to 

 bring as many dogs as he could commandeer to the 

 " meet," which, by the way, was to take place at a certain 

 small hostelry on the bank of the Klip River, the hour of 

 five o'clock being fixed, for, as many of our readers are 

 aware, the South African veldt holds practically no scent 

 after the heavy night dews have been dissipated by the 

 hot rays of the sun. 



Bidding the worthy merchant in horse-flesh " good- 

 evening," we walked down Commissioner Street until 

 the Dogs' Home was reached. It was now nearly nine 

 o'clock, and the Dutchman in charge of the home did 

 not appear over -pleased at being disturbed by a couple 

 of verdammte rooineks, A golden disc, bearing the effigy 

 of Oom Paul, gave us the entree to the kennels, however, 



