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AFRICAN HUNTING. 
time. I turned out about two hours before sunset, 
and got a good chance at an inyala, but my gun 
hung fire, and the second barrel snapped. In 
coming back I gave one of the Amatongas a prod 
behind, to call his attention to a kind of wild dog, 
when he gave a most unearthly howl, and a bound 
which I never saw equalled, dropping all his 
assegais, whipping off his moutcha in a twinkling, 
and entreating me to come away, saying that an 
inyoka snake had bitten him, and that he should 
die. It was some time ere I could persuade the 
fellow otherwise. 
lith .— To-day I started my Kaffirs in quest of 
my other hunters. The rivers had detained them 
until now, as they are frightened at deep water and 
very few of them can swim. I mended a gun 
belonging to one of them, and he went off in high 
spirits. 
We had a long chase after an old bull buffalo, 
along the river’s edge. I put forth all my powers to 
beat Mahoutcha, a fine Kaffir, who aggravated me by 
passing me at railway speed. I had the advantage of 
him, as he had a gun to carry and I none. We passed 
and re-passed one another about six times, my gun 
changing hands three times. I was utterly blown, 
and just about to yield the palm to Mahoutcha, 
though I was leading, when luckily for my credit the 
buffalo took the water and vanished into the dense 
bush on the other side, 
I espied water-buck over the river, waded, and got 
