WE were outspanned near some deep shaded water- 

 holes, and at about three o'clock I took my rifle and 

 wandered off in the hope of dropping across something ^ 

 for the larder and having some sport during the three 

 hours before the evening trek would begin ; and as 

 there was plenty of spoor of many kinds the pros- 

 pects seemed good enough. 



We had been going along slowly, it may be for half 

 an hour, without seeing more than a little stembuck 

 scurrying away in the distance, when I noticed that 

 Jock was rather busy with his nose, sniffing about in 

 a way that looked like business. He was not sure 

 of anything ; that was clear, because he kept trying 

 in different directions ; not as you see a pointer do, 

 but very seriously silently and slowly, moving at a 

 cautious walk for a few yards and then taking a look 

 about. 



The day was hot and still, as usual at that time of 

 the year, and any noise would be easily heard, so I 

 had stopped to give Jock a chance of ranging about. 

 At the moment we were in rather open ground, and 

 finding that Jock was still very suspicious I moved 

 on towards where the bush was thicker and we were 



