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up to my waist in water half the day. One ox 
knocked up, and was left behind. 
1 1th. — Sent two Kaffirs for the ox, which was 
unable to rise, so they had to leave him. My dog 
Hopeful also was missing, probably taken by a tiger. 
Jack and I hunted all round, but could find no trace 
of him. There was no doubt, however, as to his 
fate. I had heard Crafty barking furiously in the 
night, but hearing wolves also, I thought it was they. 
All hands turned out to hunt the horses, which had 
strayed, but we soon recovered them. 
12 th. —We reached the Missionary Station, but 
found that the missionary himself had been sent for 
by Umbop, a Kaffir chief, to poison lions ninety or 
a hundred miles off. His good lady was at home, 
but we could make nothing of her. She was a 
Norwegian, and had not the slightest smattering of 
any other language. Clifton, after trying English and 
Kaffir in vain, returned to the charge with French, 
but to no purpose, so we had to give her up. 
12^A.-—Outspanned four miles beyond the Umve- 
loose. I tried to get a klip-springer among the 
rocks, but returned unsuccessful, having seen only 
three. I saw lots of baboons. Mosquitoes for 
the first time bit and plagued me a good deal in 
the night. Sent a Kaffir to the bay for letters and 
news. 
lhth\ —Having been told of a herd of elands, we 
saddled and went in pursuit, but it came on very wet, 
and we made for a kraal, without seeing them. The 
