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particular, showing all its twigs red-hot or in flame, 

 reminded me of some part of a display of fireworks." 



The following morning Makabo was duly de- 

 spatched with two boys — Umfanimboozi and Umfani 

 — to the king's, and Frank Oates remained hunting 

 on the Ramakwebani, till their return a few days 

 afterwards, with a favourable answer to his message. 

 On the ioth of August he was once more moving 

 northwards the same way as he had gone before, 

 halting again on the i ith for a couple of days' hunt- 

 ing higher up the river, at a point where game 

 seemed more than usually abundant. This was the 

 place where the road branches off from the Rama- 

 kwebani across the veldt again towards the Tati. 



" I now feel," he writes at this point, on August 

 13th, "to be realizing almost for the first time 

 some of my old visions of South African sport. 

 To-day, soon after starting, I ascended a kopje 

 near the waggons, and saw a large herd of quagga. 

 Counting roughly, I made out a hundred. It was 

 a beautiful sight. All around was the sea of bush, 

 with here and there bare patches, and here and 

 there kopjes — some of the latter far distant. The 

 winding spruits, too, lay as in a map. The quaggas 

 were quietly moving on, or standing and playing, or 

 brushing away the flies. It was a scene such as I 

 used to fancy must be common, and which probably 

 was so when the accounts I have read were written, 

 and may occur often still in more remote districts." 



The day previous the traveller had shot koodoo, 

 hartebeest, and pallah, and seen an immense herd of 



