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CHAPTER II. 



Native mode of hunting the Elephant — Scenery at Mount Coke — 

 A Sabbath in Cafferland— Whiteboy, the Interpreter— We s- 

 leyville — Pato — Caffer Hymn, composed by a Native Chief. 



It was a source of extreme gratification on our 

 arrival at Mount Coke, after the fatigues of a weari- 

 some journey, to meet with Mr, and Mrs. Kay, who 

 had been fellow passengers with me from England, 

 in 1820. A period of more than six years had 

 elapsed since we parted, and our present meeting in 

 such an uncivilized and remote part of the country 

 was particularly agreeable. I remained here a 

 few days, and before my departure accompanied 

 Mr. Kay to the top of Mount Coke, which com- 

 mands a most extensive and delightful prospect, 

 and from which we obtained a view of the sea to 

 the westward, at the distance of about thirty miles. 

 In the course of one of our rambles we came to 

 a kloof, which Mr. Kay pointed out to me as 

 the spot where three elephants had been killed a 

 few weeks previously, the only remains now dis- 

 cernible being some of the larger bones, which the 

 hysenas, jackals, and other beasts of prey that infest 

 the country, had been unable to remove. Mr. Kay 

 related to me several extremely interesting particu- 

 lars respecting the manner of destroying elephants, 



