A Breath from the Veldt 



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Sick and sorry were we when we turned in that night. For myself, I was 

 as dry as a duck in a hay-loft, and my companions, whether biped or four-footed, 

 were doubtless in like case. Lack of water, too, means destruction to everything 

 in Africa, and there seemed but too much reason to fear that the donkeys might 



you MAY POSSIBLY LOSE SOME OF YOUR WARDROBE 



not last out till we came across a supply — the more so as many of them were 

 suffering from sore shoulders, owing to the hardness of the hide breast-bands, 

 and could not therefore take any share of the work. 



Next morning poor Brenke showed signs of caving in for want of water, and 

 we ourselves had none for breakfast. To follow the waggon spoor seemed the 

 best chance of finding some ; so off I set, and after an hour's ride, I climbed a 



