HADJ AND 



them. Their get-up for snipe-shoot- 

 ing was their uniform kepi and 

 jacket, with baggy linen overalls, and 

 capacious game-bags and guns slung 

 on their backs, and they rode their 

 corky, half-bred stallions in regi- 

 mental saddles. 



The open yellow grass plains and 

 the distant rounded mountains, in 

 the crisp, clear atmosphere of the 

 early morning, brought out a strong 

 resemblance between this northern- 

 most part of Africa and its southern 

 extremity. As I jogged along with 

 my two foreign companions, I 

 seemed to be once more with my 

 old Boer friends starting out on 

 shooting horses for the veldt. But 

 instead of the silent whiffing of Boer 

 tobacco there came from my com- 



