Notes on South African Hunting, 75 
A sight of food—but not for us. 
them where they were going to^ and they named 
the water that we were making for, and said 
that that was the short cut. However, I said 
that we preferred the longer road, as we liked 
walking, and off they went. We never saw 
them again. What they wanted us for I know 
not, but I heard afterwards that they intended 
to give us a goat. It struck me as odd that 
they did not say so. Perhaps they intended to 
give us a surprise—of some sort. During the 
afternoon we were sitting in the shade of a log, 
when we found ourselves being surveyed by a 
big yellow dog; so we knew there must be 
Kaffirs close by. Kaffirs always keep a dog of 
sorts, and feed it on what they don’t eat 
themselves. I have a firm conviction that they 
give the dogs their babies to eat ; for if one 
watches a dog he will always be seen to look 
anxiously round if there is a baby about. Be¬ 
sides, unless they do, I can’t conceive what the 
dogs do live on, as a Kaffir never leaves any¬ 
thing eatable uneaten. The dog’s master turned 
up, driving two or three oxen laden with dried 
meat. It did look so good. After much begging 
we got a bit off him, but nothing we had would 
