62 A MEDLEY OF SPORT 



and ten minutes later we were being towed up the 

 principal streets of Johannesburg in the wake of a 

 spotted weasel-like Kaffir dog and a powerful half-bred 

 Airedale terrier, which subsequently proved herself to 

 be the best of the whole pack. 



" We'll call this a day's work, D., for I'm about tired 

 of dog-catching for one evening," said my companion, as 

 we discussed a " long-schooner " of iced lager beer before 

 we set out on our ponies homewards. The idea of calhng 

 it a day's work appealed to me amazingly, for, to tell the 

 truth, I had become heartily sick of the very sight of a 

 dog since the Kaffir cur had started to tow me from the 

 Dogs' Home. 



On the evening preceding the important fixture, men 

 of all sorts and sizes, accompanied by dogs of many 

 breeds and colours, from stately mastiffs down to weasel- 

 bodied Kaffir mongrels (pointers, setters and sporting 

 dogs generally, were conspicuous by their absence), 

 began to turn up at our modest four-roomed bungalow 

 until we were at our wit's-end where and how to ac- 

 commodate them for the night, while the " pack," which 

 was kennelled 'pro tern, in the stables behind, set up a 

 perfect pandemonium, howling and fighting like so 

 many devils incarnate. It is a poor heart that never 

 rejoices, however, and having despatched a couple of 

 natives with a four-wheeled buggy to bring in all the 

 available chairs (i.e. empty barrels and boxes) from a 

 neighbouring store, M. and I set to work to prepare a 

 huge iron pot of stew from a fine blesbok which my friend 



