Notes on South African Hunting. 6g 
No food—More horses knock up. 
with my horse, having had to leave his own 
some two miles behind, utterly done up. 
Next morning I sent back and managed to 
get the horse on to the water, and there left 
him. About this time we were beginning 
to get short of food. When Ayton went back 
to fetch on his horse, he saw what he took to be 
his horse standing behind a bush. Riding up 
to catch him, he got within about one hundred 
yards, when a fine bull eland ran away ! Of 
course, if Ayton had been carrying the rifle we 
should have been quite set up in the food line ; 
but, as is usual when one wants food, one has 
the worst possible luck. 
The next day or two we spent walking 
through the most unutterable sand. I know of 
no sand in England giving any idea of the depth 
of this, except possibly if I say that the loose 
sand above high-water is as a hard road by 
comparison. When we came near to where we 
had left the meal bag, I took the horse to ride 
on, so that I might get a big fire burning to 
bake with. The end of that was that I had to 
walk, and drive the horse before me. However, 
when I did get there, I found the meal all safe. 
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