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AFRICAN HUNTING. 
grass and hidden it, leaving Fly to guard it from 
wolves. After breakfasting sumptuously on broiled 
kidneys, steaks, and mushrooms, which we luckily 
found near, we loaded the Kaffirs and returned to 
camp. 
8th. — White and Harris left us. Proudfoot,' 
Maxwell, and I, accompanied by a host of Kaffirs, 
turned out in downright earnest for buffaloes or 
elands, without breakfast, as there was not a morsel 
of anything in camp. Proudfoot shot a cow buffalo, 
and Isaac an old bull. I purchased a dozen pounds 
of beads from Surtees, and joined White’s wagon 
in the evening, wishing Proudfoot and party good- 
bye. 
Seeing four elands coming down a kloof, straight 
upon us, we dismounted in all haste and crawled to 
the edge of the kloof, leaving our horses below the 
hill, out of sight. I ought to have known better 
than to place such confidence in Justice. I spent 
the most miserable day I ever recollect, chasing my 
horse through the most frightful tangled grass and 
brushwood, up to my armpits, and in many places 
over my head, through kloofs and valleys. This was 
at the base of the Umgowie Mountains. It was an 
hour after sunset before I caught Justice, and when 
I succeeded in reaching the wagons I was tho¬ 
roughly fagged. One more such day would have 
driven me mad. A cup of coffee, however, and a 
delicious supper of buffalo kidneys, somewhat re¬ 
stored my spirits and temper. 
