MY FIVE BUFFALOES. 2/ 



but seeing that her mate remained there, in about ten 

 minutes she returned again, on which the young fellow- 

 shot her in a similar manner. 



The persistent roaring of the lions from a certain 

 quarter seemed to indicate that the troop of buffaloes 

 whose spoor Inyati had been following that day could 

 not be very far distant, for the lions invariably follow 

 troops of buffaloes in the hope of picking up stragglers 

 from the main body. We were in capital spirits, for we 

 anticipated a good day's sport on the morrow. 



Certainly the buffaloes are a splendid game, and both 

 from the sport they afford and the danger involved in 

 the pursuit of them ought to satisfy a very glutton with 

 the rifle. I was unfortunate enough on my first hunting 

 expedition to be present at the death of a fellow sports- 

 man named W . 



We were encamped at the Insulutan not a full day's 

 march from Siandas. We got at a troop of buffaloes and 

 fired, with the result of wounding three of them. They 

 were unable to keep up with the remainder of the herd 

 and took refuge in a thicket of no very great extent. 

 We surrounded this thicket with the object of preventing 

 the escape of the buffaloes in the event of their attempt- 

 ing to break away. W was armed with an excellent 



double No. 10 bore rifle, and was standing near a tree that 

 would have afforded him ample protection from a charge. 

 About fifty yards from him was a Caffre hunter named 

 Somajuba. Some one got a glimpse of one of the 

 wounded buffaloes, and fired at it, wounding it again. It 

 rushed away to another spot, not very far from the edge 



of the thicket, at the place where W was standing. It 



perceived him and at once charged out. The suddenness 

 of the attack must have unnerved W , for he ran from 



