A RUN WITH THE 



the Sabi, away there beyond Masho- 

 naland.) 



Beside myself rides George, our 

 whip, a Cape lad of nondescript 

 breed, but especially useful in our 

 hunting-field from his proficiency in 

 the art of *' spooring" or tracking 

 the jackal over the frequent sand 

 patches, which do not carry scent. 



As we rise the hill above the village 

 the neighbouring country unfolds 

 itself before us in a succession of 

 undulations of grass and fallow land 

 and occasional patches of low scrub 

 and heather. There are no fences 

 beyond occasional boundary banks, 

 drainage ditches, and dry water- 

 courses. Away to the east and 

 north the downs run up into moun- 

 tains, while to the westward lie the 

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