36 TALES OF A NOMAD. 



Leaving two Caffres to skin her, we returned to the spot 

 at which I had first fired at the troop. There were the 

 other two troops on the mountain side. We now agreed 

 to send Caffres up the mountain to drive the lower troop 



down the gully. It was agreed that C and I were 



to remain at the base of the gully. We were to enter 



the bush, C was to keep nearer to the right-hand 



corner, and I was to look after anything that attempted 

 to break away from the left-hand corner. Having posted 

 ourselves, we awaited events. After some half-hour 

 spent in dead silence, Moyen suddenly stooped down 

 and put his ear to the ground, and then jumping up 

 again exclaimed, " They are coming our way". 



At last I heard a faint rumbling sound which seemed 

 to be towards our left front, and shortly afterwards 

 Moyen said, " This way, sir ; they are going to break to 

 the left ". We ran to the left as hard as we could, but 

 Moyen suddenly pulled up and seizing me by the arm 

 pointed up the gully to our right hand. At about sixty 

 yards off I could just distinguish, through the sticks of 

 the covert, the back of a buffalo. He was standing 

 stock still, apparently listening. The only part of him 

 that was not obscured by intervening bush was a portion 

 of his back, so I took a steady shot at his liver, thinking 

 that if I was a trifle too high I should break his back. 

 As I fired he fell, and I heard him giving his death call. 

 Running up to within forty yards of the spot, I saw 

 he was done for, for he lay on his flank and was banging 

 the ground with his horns. 



The breech of my rifle was still open, for I was reload- 

 ing the right barrel when Moyen again grasped me and 

 pointed. 



A large cow was coming from the left. She had 



