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AFKICAN HUNTING. 
the wet, and the coffee and sugar almost exhausted. 
It was therefore resolved that Harris should return 
to the bay with the wagon, for a fresh supply of 
provisions and a little lead, and to procure Kaffirs for 
himself and me, as it would have been madness to go 
into the country so badly provided as we were then. 
White and I were in the meantime to go to the 
Umgowie Mountains for shooting, and were to spend 
the next three weeks under canvas. We crossed the 
Umslatoose the next day, and the day after we un¬ 
loaded the wagon, stowed everything away in the 
tent, and Harris and the driver started early for the 
bay. 
On the 17th, after a soaking wet night — our tent 
leaking like a sieve, until the canvas swelled with the 
rain — we turned out to hunt, with our usual bad 
luck. On our return, we found my Kaffir, whom I 
had hired a few days before, and to whom I had 
given the name of Goat, had run away. I got a 
pound of powder from Mr. Newton, whose wife 
made us a very welcome present of a few candles 
and needles. We lived for three days on a most 
recommendable stew, composed of two sorts of 
buck, and wild pig (cured), rice, and pumpkins, 
which appeared, warmed up fresh, at every meal. 
Our eatables were hung upon a sort of gallows, 
erected just before the tent, out of the reach of 
our five hungry dogs. 
A few days after, the said dogs, taking advantage 
of my being absent from the tent for a few minutes 
