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cartridges. Now I happened to possess cart- 

 ridges for both the Lee-Metford and the -375, but 

 as nothing would ever induce me to give rifle 

 cartridges to native Africans, it took a little tact 

 to convince him that all my rifles were English 

 and his German, and that consequently none of 

 my cartridges would be of any use. 



At last the old villain sent for another weapon, 

 which proved to be a shaky old No. -12 shot-gun, 

 and as I had plenty of shot cartridge with me, I 

 gave him two boxes of twenty-five each. This 

 pleased him immensely, and in the evening he 

 sent me down all the grain I wanted for my boys, 

 and also a very acceptable little present of a 

 calabash of honey. As I had decided to keep 

 down the Luiyanna river as far as a place called, 

 as I thought, Mafoota (though later I found it 

 was the name of a white man and not a locality), 

 I only stopped one day at Mokoya's. 



Storms now set in every few days, and it was 

 evident that the wet season we had been expecting 

 had begun. There was a fair amount of game 

 as we worked down the river, but I think most of 

 it was then moving back towards the vleys, which 

 were getting filled by these storms. In many 

 places there was a profuse display of wild flowers, 

 very pretty to ride through, especially a kind of 

 big pink daisy, and in the higher country a large 

 red flower, something like a fox-glove, which the 

 bushmen called " am'deava." I used to gather 

 bunches occasionally, if only to adorn the cheek 



