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cut out, the best of the meat salted, and all the inside 
fat rendered down. The pots for that purpose were 
scarcely ever off the fire until the bottoms were burnt 
out. We were infamously provided with everything, 
and we used the bladders of the sea-cows to put the 
lard in—necessity being the mother of invention. 
It was no wonder, then, that I was taken ill on the 
10th (February), with racking pains in my head, and 
giddiness and faintness, and was left behind at a Kaffir 
kraal, with a small bag of rice, and my Kaffir, Inyati 
(Buffalo), a big six-foot fellow, to attend to me. He 
was very young, and a magnificent specimen of a 
savage ; he looked after me like a child, and nothing 
could exceed his kindness and attention to all my 
wants, and he risked his fife more than once in my 
service. Monies told the captain of the kraal to give 
me milk when I required it, in return for which he 
would give him a blanket. The captain promised 
to do so, but never brought me a drop, and Inyati 
used to go into the cattle-kraal in the middle of the 
night and bring me my tin cup full, holding about 
a pint, and see that I drank every drop, lest they 
should find him out, in which case his punishment 
for stealing would most probably have been death, 
the only punishment they know of. He would pass 
the day in scouring the country for wild fruits. 
I had a medicine-chest with me, and took lots of 
emetics, ipecacuanha, Hover’s powder, calomel, &c., 
but did myself more harm than good, not knowing 
the quantity, or anything about it, in fact. I passed 
a week on my back on a hard cold floor, a Kaffir 
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