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wondered where her husband had picked her up. 
Before we started again, Ramurpisi took his children 
in his arms and caressed them, and his wife watched 
him from the door of the hut till he disappeared. This 
leave-taking struck me as quite civilised, and reminded 
me of scenes at German railway stations. 
The comical part of the expedition was that I did 
not know a w T ord of the Bushmen’s language, nor they 
of mine ; but where there is a common interest and a 
common aim, people soon manage to understand each 
A MASUPIA. A PANDA. 
other, and so did we in this instance. My object was 
to have good sport, that is to say, to shoot plenty of 
large wild animals, so I had my best weapons with me ; 
the Bushmen, on the other hand, wanted to eat the 
game when I had killed it. They knew as well how 
to trace it as the best trained bloodhounds, and were 
as familiar with the forest all round as I am with the 
streets of my native town. The only expressions in¬ 
telligible to both parties were the Zulu words, jebo 
(yes), aykona (no), inyati (buffalo), monati (honey), 
but they served our purpose very well. 
