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four miles ahead. I spent the night at a friend’s 
encampment, and rode the next day across as 
rough and bushy a country as can well be imagined. 
Missing my way, I was obliged to sleep in a Kaffir 
kraal. At sunrise I was again in the saddle, and 
with some difficulty found the encampment, but my 
friends had gone. Disappointed of my expected 
meal, I had to look out for myself. I came across 
the morning spoor of two buffaloes, and followed 
them into the reeds, but they broke cover and got 
away unseen. Uncommonly hungry, I caught sight 
of three elands a long way off, and gave chase with¬ 
out the remotest hope of coming up with them, as 
they had a long start, and my horse, Justice, was 
wretchedly poor. Mile after mile, however, he just 
managed to hold his ground, the elands trotting on 
at their leisure. Twice I tried to make a spurt, but 
Justice had but one pace. Just, however, as I had 
surmounted a hill, having with some difficulty made 
the horse gallop, I came on a troop of about thirty 
elands. I jumped off and fired at a long distance, 
and broke the hind leg of a. young bull, who 
immediately separated from the herd, and lay down 
on a clump of grass. I finished him with a bullet 
in his breast. I slept out that night, after a heavy 
feed on the eland, of which the Kaffirs reserved for 
my special benefit the tongue and a marrow¬ 
bone. 
We came across a troop of about thirty elands the 
following day, and tried to stalk them, a Kaffir 
