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AFRICAN HUNTING. 
the Colony, seventy miles distant, when we pitched 
all into the wagons. Near the Umvoti, forty miles 
from Durban, we each hired a Kaffir to attend 
upon us individually, it being strictly prohibited 
to order another man’s Kaffir to do anything for 
you, as they have a great objection to wait on any 
but their own master, whom they generally attend 
faithfully, honestly, and willingly. When they 
understand your wishes, they are most obliging ; 
but most of the rows between black and white 
originate from their misunderstanding what you 
wish them to do. Two more white men joined 
us across the Tugela, Monies, a Scotchman, a capital 
and experienced hunter, but rash and daring to 
foolhardiness, and Price, as nice and gentlemanly 
a man as ever lived, and who was, I believe, a 
son of Sir Charles Price, the London banker. They 
both died, poor fellows, of fever, together with 
two others of the party, M‘Queen and Arbuthnot 
(the latter a fellow-passenger), within two months of 
our start. We got on very slowly, no one being 
in any hurry apparently, and as it was the rainy 
season, the rivers detained us, and the tracks were 
very heavy. My occupation, and indeed that of 
all, except the three wagon-drivers, was to shoot 
game — bucks, ducks, peaus, or anything we could 
get for the party, and I soon got into White’s good 
graces by my success and perseverance. It was 
the very thing of all others I had been longing for, 
and in those days I worked like a horse, and the 
