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the only possible pathway along this part of the 

 shore. 



We had not gone far when it seemed to me 

 that I was gradually leaning over more and more 

 towards the sea. I tried to regain an erect posi- 

 tion, and then I became aware of my situation. 

 My girths had got slack, and my saddle, with its 

 huge pile of luggage, of which I was the highest 

 point, was gradually turning round under my 

 horse's belly. Seated as I was, I was utterly help- 

 less ; I could not readjust my saddle, and a volun- 

 tary descent, except head first, was impossible. So I 

 waited the course of events, and in a few moments 

 lay sprawling on the ground, half buried in pots 

 and pans, bourkas, and other impedimenta. 



This was our only misadventure, however, 

 and about four o'clock we came in sight of the 

 watcher's hut a two-roomed wooden shanty, 

 knocked up in the roughest way possible, standing 

 on the edge of the shingle, with a big brown bear- 

 skin stretched over the roof to dry. A more utterly 

 miserable-looking hut cannot well be conceived ; 

 but the skin on the thatch consoled me, proclaim- 

 ing as it did the vicinity of the game I was in 

 search of. 



After much shouting and hammering at the 

 board that constituted the hut's one door, a wild 

 Robinson Crusoe-like fellow came shuffling out. 

 Tall find well built, but taciturn and clumsy to a 



