HUNTING IN AFRICA in 



guided fit of compunction, I must suppose, salve their 

 consciences, at the same time that they inflict a real wrong 

 on the man himself and on his future employer, by giving 

 him, shall I call it, an "inaccurate" chit. 



Hast thou found a gunbearer who is staunch and a 

 tracker, raise his wages, and hold on to him while you are 

 in the country. 



I believe Indian Shakeris are often wonderful trackers. 

 I have met and employed one master of the craft, in Nova 

 Scotia. I have heard of another. I name them, for one 

 of my objects in publishing these travel and hunting notes 

 of mine, is, not merely to tantalize a reader by telling 

 him what I have discovered after long search and 

 many failures, but, if it is possible, to help him to. 

 succeed where I failed. If you have got a good thing, 

 hand it on, share it as far as you can, your own share will 

 never be denied you. But I must not fall into sermon- 

 izing. The two, the only two whom I have ever met, 

 who were the sort of trackers you read of in novels 

 (written by men themselves who never followed a tracker 

 probably), are the brothers Malay of Moser River, Halifax 

 County, Nova Scotia. 



Fortunate indeed is the sportsman who secures either 

 of these men for a moose hunt. For three long September 

 days I have seen Will Malay follow one bull moose, over 

 eighty miles of rocky bog, fallen timber, alder swamp, 

 and fern-clothed lands, pick out that one hoof mark, 

 when again and again it merged, and to any other eye 

 was hopelessly lost, in not less than fifty other tracks, and 

 three times bringing up his man to within forty yards of 

 the watchful beast, hidden in darkest, noisiest, black 

 spruce swamp, till at least that head was ours. Go to 

 Nova Scotia, it is well worth the trip to see such work. 



Your Wakambas cannot approach your Irish-Scotch 

 Nova Scotian. But encourage them, make them see you 



