Notes on South African Hunting. 73 
An appalling murder—Its result. 
hungry, so I explained the situation, and told 
the bushman we were going to take two goats. 
He appeared perfectly satisfied, and, when we 
got to the water, herded up the goats and helped 
us to murder a couple. As we were some way 
ahead of our boys, we sat down to wait for 
them, and passed the time in planning our bill 
of fare. Soon we heard a yell; and then several 
more ; and about two minutes later we were 
surrounded with bushmen, all shrieking their 
maddening tongue into our ears, and all point¬ 
ing to the goats. At last we gathered that 
they wanted 15s. apiece for the goats. This I 
did not the least object to, but I had only 
7s. 6d. in two half-crowns, a florin, and a six¬ 
pence. It was in vain that we offered these 
and a blanket. No,” they said, that is only 
four shillings.” These misguided little ashcats 
have a fixed idea that a shilling is of various 
sizes, ranging between its normal size and that 
of a crown piece. They have, however, imbibed 
so much from contact with white men, that 
they possess an accurate knowledge of the value 
of a sixpence. The arrival of our boys only made 
matters worse. If they had been worth their 
