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CHAPTER IV. 
1855. 
A HUNTING TRIP INTO THE ZULU COUNTRY. 
I had been making my head-quarters as usual at 
Brindle, a farm in the Umvoti district, belonging to 
Mr. Eastwood, a most intimate friend and neighbour 
in England, who had been also a fellow-passenger 
on the voyage out to the colony. We had a great 
deal of trouble and annoyance in getting Kaffirs, 
but at last I managed to start on March 31, 
with only a driver and foreloper, having agreed to 
give the latter a heifer to go to the Tugela—-a 
most exorbitant price. Our first feat was to upset 
the wagon, and scatter its contents far and wide. 
This caused us a delay of a couple of days, during 
which I succeeded in engaging three Kaffirs. I 
therefore dismissed my foreloper, and got on as far as 
Grey Town, where I was again delayed three or four 
days by incessant rain. 
I left Grey Town on April 7, and, after con¬ 
tinually sticking in the mud of the worst roads I 
ever saw, I reached, on the 10th, the house of a 
