RUMOURS OF LIONS. 
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11th. — Crossed the Black Umveloose, a very bad 
drift, and outspanned on some beautiful new grass, 
which was quite refreshing after all the dry, withered 
stuff we had been seeing so long. We saw lots of 
bucks and koodoos. In the afternoon we treked 
on to a Kaffir kraal, where we got oceans of milk, 
amas, &c. The Kaffirs told us that the lions had 
got into the kraal the evening before; we therefore 
drew up the wagons and made the best barrier we 
could for the horses, and all slept with our guns at 
hand. The lions, however, disappointed us. 
On the 12th our party broke up, White’s two 
wagons and Grassiot’s going on to trade. Maclean 
and Edmonstone went on with them, while I took 
up my quarters with Clifton, intending to stay a 
week or so for shooting. The next day we treked 
away from the kraal, the Kaffirs stunning us with 
their noise, and outspanned a few miles off. Leggins 
and I lost the wagon, having misunderstood where 
they were to outspan, and were first initiated into 
the art of making fire with two dry sticks. I saw 
a buffalo bull cantering leisurely in the direction of 
Leggins, and hallooed to him to look out. He had 
seen the bull, and made for a tree as hard as legs 
could carry him. The old bull snuffed danger in 
the wind, but could not make it out, and actually 
stood under the very tree within two feet of Leggins, 
who was so paralysed with fear that he had not 
strength to shoot. It was long before he ventured 
to come down, and then he got off as quickly as he 
