CHAPTER XIV. 



A buffalo hunt A sudden meeting A Kaffir's advice Buffalo killed 

 An African race-course The start The run The charge Won at 

 last Unpleasant neighbours The single spur Light-coloured Kaffirs 

 Know thyself Neglected education Black and white Too knowing 

 by half The fool's argument. 



MONYOSI, his brother, and my Kaffir Inyovu, were with 

 me across the Umganie one morning, when we came upon 

 the fresh spoor of a single buffalo. The spoor was very 

 neatly taken up by Monyosi, who noticed it on some very 

 hard and difficult ground, where it would have been totally 

 invisible to unskilled eyes. The professor marked it, and, 

 after following for nearly two hundred yards, brought us 

 to several other foot-prints, all of that morning's date; 

 there seemed to be about a dozen in the herd. 



We found that these buffaloes had entered the forest by 

 one of the old elephant-tracks, and had kept straight 

 on as though wishing to bury themselves in the most 

 retired glens. They had neither stopped to browse or 

 graze, but passed all the feeding-places with temperance 

 and self-denial. 



We quickly followed on their traces, and were rewarded, 

 after journeying two or three miles, by finding the signs very 

 recent : we were then only a minute or so behind the herd. 

 We waited a short time to listen, and soon heard a slight 

 rustling of the branches to our left, which showed us that 

 the buffaloes were moving about. We turned back a little, 



