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ings. On drawing near we find a 

 plain-faced single-storeyed house, 

 with windows blinded by a formal 

 row of pollard-trees set close in front. 

 Upon the stoep or terrace-step, De 

 Villiers and his frau receive us. 

 Within the steamy room (whose 

 windows never open) we find a 

 plentiful repast laid out, of beef, 

 black bread, and succotash, backed 

 by an imposing display of bottles 

 holding " square-face " gin, pontac, 

 and van-der-Hum. But little time is 

 lost in reconnoitring this formidable 

 array, and our hungry sportsmen 

 spring to the attack as hounds from 

 leash. Once at it, they are fixed. 

 Still, we know the scent which has 

 favoured us so far may not last all 

 day, so, after a welcome snack and a 

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