12 Notes on South African Hunting. 
Salted Horses. 
There are, it is said, ways of telling if a 
horse is salted.” One wa}^^ is to take a piece 
of his skin between the finger and thumb and 
twist it. If it stays in the crease given to it 
the horse is salted; if it does not—in my 
experience—the horse is equally likely to be 
salted. A salted horse generally has a sleepy 
kind of look, and is often very lazy ; but unless 
one knows what he is buying, the question 
resolves itself into trusting the seller—an 
operation always dangerous and frequently 
disastrous. 
Thus, then, having fitted up the wagons, a 
start is made to the hunting grounds. To 
whichever of the three countries I have men¬ 
tioned one goes to, the first four or five hundred 
miles is the same. Leaving Kimberley, one 
goes through Taungs^ Vryburg, and Mafe- 
king, on to the Crocodile River, and Shoshong. 
From this spot the Lake ’Ngami district 
and North Bechuanaland diverges. From 
Shoshong to the Lake is about a month’s 
travelling in an ox wagon ; to the Mababe about 
the same, or rather less. To get to Matebele 
and Mashunaland, the road goes from Shos- 
