FRANCOLIN AND FLIGHT SHOOTING 



'WAS during my first 

 visit to Johannesburg 



that E , who held 



the appointment of 

 Chief Engineer on one 

 of the East Rand min- 

 ing estates, invited me 

 to make one of a party 

 of six guns, who were 

 to spend the opening 

 days of the then rapidly 

 approaching shooting 

 season among the feather and fur of a certain game 

 preserve situate between the Golden City and 

 Potchefstroom, and about two days' mule waggon 

 journey from the former town. 



Having nothing of importance to keep me in Johan- 

 nesburg, I simply " jumped" at the invitation, and one 

 glorious morning in early March (it must be remembered 

 that the shooting season in the Transvaal commences 

 with the closing of the same in England), just as the first 

 golden spears of dawn were beginning to gild the crests 

 of a low line of rocky kopjes which stretched away above 

 the eastern horizon as far as the eye could reach, I found 

 myself seated with my fellow-gunners in a comfortable 



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