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AFRICAN HUNTING. 
where my biscuits had the misfortune to get a thorough 
soaking, owing to the carrier getting into a quicksand. 
2Qth [Sunday ).— Spent the day at the Norwegian 
Missionary Station, where there was a large muster 
of Kaffirs at church. The Norwegians are excellent 
hands at making up a good dinner out of poor mate¬ 
rials, and on this occasion Mrs. Aftebro fully sus¬ 
tained the reputation of her countrywomen. 
A fat Muscovy duck, however, when young and 
tender, is not a bad subject to work on ; the stuffing, 
made of mealie meal and eggs, is excellent, and a sub¬ 
stitute for apple sauce, made of sour dock, is worth 
knowing of. They have a queer custom of giving 
you soup, afterwards, which I declined, but changed 
my mind on hearing it was sweet, made of arrow- 
root, preserves, &c. 
I left the station the next morning, and had a good 
bit of shooting, bagging two steinbuck, one peau— 
a brilliant shot at 140 yards — and two koran. On 
reaching the kraal where I had told the Kaffirs to 
stop, I found them dancing and singing over two 
more steinbuck which they had killed. 
2 8th — The Kaffirs were very importunate that I 
should shoot two reedbucks which they saw close at 
hand, so I took my gun and knocked one over, and 
soon afterwards a splendid crest-peau or bustard. 
We already had more meat than we could carry, and 
even the dogs turned up their noses at the daintiest 
morsels ; but the Kaffirs, though heavily laden, could 
not make up their minds to leave anything behind, 
