84 Notes on South African Hunting. 
The ways of the Bushman. 
down goes and has a drink at the water. From 
then until about nine p.m. he either howls or 
cracks ground nuts between stones, or does 
both together. At very wide intervals his ship 
comes in; in other words, he shoots a duiker— 
a small buck with rather more meat on than an 
English hare. Then he has an aldermanic 
feast, and yells dreadfully. The chief spends 
his days sitting in the sun. Every three weeks or 
so he takes a short ride to a neighbouring cattle 
post and gets a little milk; then he comes back 
and complains of being sore till it is time to 
take another ride. 
After much talk we got on more friendly terms 
with the chief, and in a few days we actually 
extracted a sheep from him. The next week 
or so we spent pretty miserably. The chief, 
poor old chap, did what he could for us, which 
was not much, and we kept him in a good temper 
by giving him a cup of coffee every morning. 
The sudden change from hard work to rest 
made both Ayton and myself very seedy, and I 
got a bad abscess on my instep. 
After we had been some time at this place, 
one fine morning we found that two boys had 
