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at last, and missed. Prondfoot did tlie same, and 
liis horse, Blesbok; went off at score, and followed 
the spoor as accurately as any dog. We got back to 
the eland just before sunset, and soon stripped her 
of her skin. The wagon coming up soon after, we 
quartered her, stuffed her in, and returned to camp. 
2 8th. — White, Harris, and I, hearing that a sea- 
cow had been seen the day before in a large vley, 
just below the wagons, went in pursuit, but the cow 
had decamped, so we returned to the wagons, and I 
finished my shoes — a first-rate pair. 
The next day we went in pursuit of elands, but 
were unsuccessful; we therefore treked on a few 
miles to some new grass near the Umlilas, and had 
to go supperless to bed. 
oOth [Sunday). — A gloomy, wet day. Pound it 
hard to kill time. At noon, we succeeded in getting 
the kettle to boil, and had a cup of coffee. Pound 
my ink upset, though luckily without doing much 
damage. Harris and I rather in a strait, our Kaffirs 
having bolted. 
May 1st — A repetition of yesterday. The tent 
leaked like a sieve, and Harris and I were as miser¬ 
able as can be imagined. We cut a drain round the 
tent, which greatly improved matters. To add to 
our discomforts, we were short of fire-wood. Our 
Kaffirs had bolted to the kraals, having been unable 
to face the inclemency of the weather any longer. 
2nd. — Still raining, but with a hope of improve¬ 
ment. Justice was nowhere to be found. Maxwell 
