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about seventeen, and gave chase at a killing pace, 
very soon overhauling them. Gibson and Steele 
fired without effect, White giving. a bull a shot 
rather too high up in the shoulder. However, he 
separated from the herd, and Steele gave him a 
finisher about a mile off, where he had taken the 
water and was standing at bay. After a long chase, 
I brought down the largest bull in the troop, shoot¬ 
ing him dead off the pony Billy, being unable to 
pull up and fire, in consequence of my leg being 
still very painful. It was his first essay at elands 
as well as my own, and he proved himself a good 
one, running very stout and fast. After returning 
to camp for breakfast, I rode out again with Clifton 
and twenty Kaffirs to bring the meat home, some 
five or six miles. 
25 th .—We treked on to a high hill called the 
Gun, some ten miles farther; a very cold, raw day, 
with slight showers. Maclean ran against a bank 
in going into a sluit, got pitched off the box, and 
nearly upset the wagon on the top of him. We saw 
a fine herd of elands, but are keeping them for 
to-morrow. I made my first attempt at preserving, 
on the head of a cow-eland I shot yesterday, and 
found it a long, tedious job. I engaged another 
Kaffir, Mafuta (Grease) by name, a strong, likely- 
looking fellow. 
2 Qth .—This morning we found that Maclean’s after¬ 
ox, Basket, had been killed by a lion. We treked 
on a few miles and then outspanned, with a fine herd 
