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swayed and rocked about, for the veldt was covered with 

 stones, ant hills and other obstacles, and we had to hold 

 on to the rail of the cart to avoid being thrown off. The 

 wildebeeste would not swerve from their course, but 

 they quickened their pace, and it became very exciting. 

 We urged our driver to increase his speed, so he laid 

 his whip across the horses, and we literally flew along. 

 Another couple of hundred yards would bring us 

 nicely within range. Our excitement reached its climax, 

 and we were getting our rifles ready for action, when 

 crash we went against an ant hill the axle broke, and 

 we and our rifles were projected into space. I found 

 myself sitting on the ears of the near wheeler; S 

 landed on a particularly hard ant hill, and N 's lan- 

 guage was something superb in its emphasis. 



In a most provoking way, the troop of wildebeeste 

 suddenly pulled up and gazed in astonishment, as 

 though to say : " Dear me, what very eccentric people 

 those are"! but before we could get to work with our 

 rifles they galloped off out of range. 



In shooting blessbuck a good dog is of use ; for he 

 assists in securing the wounded ones. 



A Boer once lent me a very fine dog. He had great 

 speed, and was quick in dodging the horns of a wounded 

 buck. He would seize it by the nose and hang on until 

 you rode up and cut its throat. 



Large dogs are noble creatures, and have a correct 

 sense of sport. I remember a lady once asked me to 

 get her a spring-buck fawn. In the spring-time in certain 

 districts you find the fawns scattered all over the veldt. 

 They squat like hares, but when you are close to them 

 will get up. 



A fawn rose and went away. I set the dog at it, but 



