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AFRICAN HUNTING. 
20 th. -— I saw more buffaloes than I had ever 
seen before in one day. They were galloping in all 
directions, and at last I accounted for it by there 
being an immense party of Amaswazis hunting. I 
shot a fine wildebeest bull, and saw many black rhi¬ 
noceros, but they do not pay to shoot. We camped 
in a beautiful place, under a large tree, with rivers 
running on three sides, and a huge mountain at the 
back, called Tegwan, which I ascended. On this 
mountain, a whole tribe were massacred by Charka’s 
people : they scrambled up to the summit, but were 
all butchered and thrown off. The country is now 
uninhabited, and the mountain swarms with baboons. 
Five black rhinoceros, an old buffalo, and a 
wild boar, grazed quietly within 300 yards of my 
tent, but I left them unmolested, as we had more 
meat than we could use, and the dogs were per¬ 
fectly useless from obesity. Even the Kaffirs could 
only touch the morsels which they considered the 
daintiest. 
21^.—Had three shots at a white rhinoceros, 
with remarkably fine horns. I saw a good number, 
but they were in the open, and though they are 
stupid things, and easy of approach, if met with 
alone, they generally keep near quaggas, wildebeests, 
or buffaloes, who give them the alarm. 
22nd . — Beached the St. Luey, across a hilly, 
rough, stony, broken country. After being roasted 
in the sun, till I thought I must have had brain 
fever, waiting for a cow koodoo (the sentinel of the 
