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with gun, bullets, &c., was, after a few minutes, " nowhere/' 

 I got occasional glimpses of Matuan, who kept to the 

 ridges of the hills, and had evidently the game continually 

 in sight. I made several short cuts, and was only about 

 two hundred yards behind the Kaffir, when he suddenly 

 dropped as though he were shot, and thus slipping down 

 the hill, commenced beckoning me furiously. When I 

 reached him, he told me that the reitbok had just lain 

 down in some long grass over the hill, " so far," he said, 

 pointing to a tree near. 



I waited till I recovered my breath again, and having 

 now both barrels loaded, I took off my hat, and, telling 

 Matuan to keep quiet, crept up in the direction that he 

 had indicated. Upon reaching the top of the hill, I slowly 

 rose, and saw the wounded antelope standing on his three 

 legs, looking straight at me. I aimed at the chest and 

 fired; the buck reared straight up and fell over back- 

 wards. I knew there was not an ounce of life left in him, 

 so I walked back to Matuan for my hat. The perspira- 

 tion was pouring out of every pore of his swarthy hide 

 and trickling over his face, as much from excitement as 

 heat ; and when he saw me thus quietly returning to him, 

 a look of despair came over his face, and he said, " Yena 

 mukile" (He has gone away). I merely said, " Hamba si 

 hamba" (Let's be going), and walked to where the buck 

 lay, completely concealed by the length of the grass 

 around him. Matuan soon saw the reitbok, and jumping 

 in the air with delight, shouted " Wena shiele !" (You 

 have killed him !) He then sat down beside the reitbok 

 for full a minute, gazing with delight on the anticipated 



