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fell upon my neck and embraced me in true Dutch fashion, for the poor old 

 lady had had rough times at Gong, and had almost given up the hope of seeing 

 us all round her again. 



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BATELEUR EAGLE MAKING DOUBLE STRIKE 



hour of the time that my waggon and oxen had crossed the Limpopo, three of 

 the draught animals showed unmistakable signs of tsetse-fly poisoning, proving 

 that we had unfortunately hit upon infested ground at our first camp on the 

 Nuanetsi. The symptoms of this poisoning are easily recognised. The poor 

 creatures refuse their food and suddenly assume a starved, played-out look ; the 

 eyes are blurred, there is much running at the nose, and the animal breathes 



