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tolerably fat bull. We lighted a fire and demolished 
a good part of him on the spot, the Kaffirs eating 
alternately a lump of roasted flesh and an equal 
quantity of the inside raw. 
27 tli .—Pouring rain all day. As the wolves plagued 
us much, we set a gun at night and shot an old dog- 
wolf through the head. 
29 th .—We were waked up suddenly by hearing 
one of the oxen bellowing and the dogs barking. 
It was moderately dark, and I seized Clifton’s double 
rifle and rushed out, not knowing where, when I saw 
the driver perched on the top of a temporary hut, 
made of grass, about six feet high, roaring lustily for 
a doppe (cap). I scrambled up just as the poor ox 
ceased his cries, and heard the lions growling and 
roaring on the top of him, not more than fourteen 
yards from where we were, but it was too dark to 
see them. I fired, however, in the direction of the 
sound, and just above the body of the ox, which I 
could distinguish tolerably well, as it was a black one. 
Diza (the driver) followed my example, and as the 
lions did not take the least notice, I fired my second 
barrel, and was just proceeding to load my own gun, 
which Jack had brought me, when I was aware for a 
single instant only that the lion was coming, and the 
same moment I was knocked half a dozen somer¬ 
saults backwards off the hut, the brute striking me 
in the chest with his head. I gathered myself up in 
a second and made a dash at a fence just behind me, 
and scrambled through it, gun in hand, but the 
