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the boat to come over for me. After firing several 
salutes in vain, I was obliged to strip, to show that I 
was white. 
\hth .— I got the loan of a horse from Mr. Fynn, 
the magistrate, stationed there, and proceeded to the 
Umlila, where I had a horse of my own. All the 
way down I received numerous congratulations from 
all my acquaintances, and from many strangers, on 
having got out safely from among the savages. It 
was the general opinion that all the white men in 
the country would be killed; and Johnson, whom I 
left at the missionary station, and myself, constituted 
the all. 
I am tempted to add here a few anecdotes of 
adventures in buffalo-hunting, which befel me about 
this period: — 
One evening in the valley of the Tugela, on return¬ 
ing to my encampment, after a capital day’s sport 
(three hartebeests, an eland bull and buffalo bull), I 
was leading a fine grey mare, packed with the harte- 
beest skins, when I saw a huge beast before me so 
encased in mud that I at first took it for a rhinoceros. 
I let go the mare, and ran from behind unperceived 
very near, as it was walking slowly. It proved to be 
an enormous old bull buffalo, and the first intimation 
he got of my presence was a bullet in the centre of 
his big ribs. How he made the stones fly and clatter 
as he rushed down the hill! I reloaded, went back 
to the mare (which remained standing just where I 
