1O8 TALES OF A NOMAD. 



the low guard, I delivered an energetic point with the 

 pitchfork, and transfixed, not the quarry, but a Caffre 

 stable-boy through the calf of the leg. His howls were 

 at once added to the Babel of sounds (I had to give him 

 half-a-sovereign afterwards). Finally the porcupine was 

 killed. 



The jowls of the dogs were full of porcupine bristles, 

 a fact which testified to their having done their duty 

 better on this occasion than I did. 



In a series of brief sketches like this it is very difficult 

 to give the reader an adequate idea of a country and its 

 people. To appreciate South Africa a man should visit 

 it and travel about. Those who do so will never regret 

 the time thus employed, and if they do not both enjoy 

 themselves and also learn something it will be their 

 own fault, and not that of the pleasantest country on 

 the face of the earth. 



