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AFRICAN HUNTING. 
21 st .—After a splendid breakfast of marrow-bones 
and buffalo tongues, I went out again, my Kaffir 
leading Billy. I was determined not to mount, un¬ 
less I saw elands or buffaloes. I took my blanket, 
as I intended to stay out all night. After about 
three hours’ walk, I saw a large herd of elands, and 
got unperceived within 500 yards of them. I did 
not mount till the last moment, when away I went 
at the top of Billy’s speed. I was soon in the 
middle of the troop, and singled out the largest bull. 
Crafty and Billy stuck to him like leeches. He 
bounded and tore away, and made every effort to 
regain the troop, but in vain, so he rushed down 
hill for the Matakoola river. I stopped Billy at 
the edge of the river among the reeds, and, just as 
my bull appeared on the opposite bank, I shot him 
dead through the heart. I had just loaded, and was in 
the act of capping, when two cows rushed frantically 
by me and up the opposite bank. I was just in time 
to stop the hindermost, shooting her through the 
tail and heart; I found her dead within 100 yards 
from where I struck her. A moment after, two of 
Walmsley’s Hottentots came tearing up on horseback, 
just in time to be too late, and have the satisfaction 
of seeing the elands a mile ahead, on the farther 
side of the Matakoola. We cut off the tails of the 
two I had killed as trophies, and took the fat and 
some of the best of the meat, and hid it under some 
stones, carrying with us the breast of one, and four 
marrow-bones, and made our way towards the 
