64 Notes on South African Hiinting. 
The sad history of the Pack. 
burn the grass, wait till it grew again, and then 
go and shoot them ! Now’ this boy was a very 
good hunter; but he had such a fear of wasting 
a shot that he preferred to make a certainty of 
the thing. In that dry country ostriches and 
antelope will always make for any patch of nice 
young grass they can, and thus frequently meet 
their fate. That boy has probably just shot 
those ostriches. 
We slept that night at the first water; and 
next day went on about thirty miles and got to 
a water off the road, which a bushman we had 
with us knew of. We were now crossing the 
long piece where we had found no water on the 
upjourney. I ought to mention that Mr. Blockley 
had sent a boy of his and two bushmen with us 
to go as far as the place where we had left the 
pack on the up journey, so that they could take 
the packsaddle back to Pondamatenga, and 
follow on the spoor of the pack-horse should 
we not find him. We reckoned that the next 
day would bring us to where we had left the 
pack, and, as we had heard that six Kaffirs had 
gone down the readjust before us, I need hardly 
say that that night was one of anxiety to us; 
