MY FIRST GIRAFFE. 
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giraffe, and then put the saddle-cloth over my bare 
head, as the sun was intensely hot. 
I must have had nearly five miles through hack- 
thorns and stones of all sizes, as straight as the crow 
flies. I followed him about twenty yards in the 
rear for a mile at least, the stones rattling past my 
head occasionally. Whenever the ground favoured, 
and I made a spurt, he did the same, appearing to 
have no end of bottom, and Bryan, though he has 
a long swinging gallop and strained every nerve, 
could not come up with him for a long time. 
Swartz killed his cow about a mile back, with one 
shot in the stern, about one hundred yards off. John 
had nothing at all to say to it, being badly mounted, 
and the giraffes going straight away. Cut off his mane 
and tail as a trophy, and the tongue and marrow¬ 
bone for immediate use; and Swartz and John 
coming up, we went to his giraffe, which was the 
fattest for meat. The Kaffirs were there, and I 
offered them some beads to find my hat. 
20 th [Sunday ).—We don’t travel to-clay. I de¬ 
spatched all the Kaffirs and dogs for meat early this 
morning, as it was late when we got back last night. 
The Kaffirs have just brought my hat, having fol¬ 
lowed the spoor from the dead giraffe. Supped on 
his heart and marrowbone : the meat is really tender 
and good. 
21 st. — Treked to Kolobeng, and saw the remains 
of Dr. Livingstone’s house, which the Boers pillaged 
