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yards in .the direction, saw the Kaffirs squatting on 
their hams behind the trees. I thought it was a 
wounded buffalo, but I saw, to my surprise, an un¬ 
wounded cow giraffe. I gave Swartz a ball, and 
we fired together a running shot, both hitting her 
too high, but she stood again 200 yards ahead, and 
I being first loaded and first up, shot her through 
the heart, dead. 
9 th —Yesterday our direction lay right through a 
large mountain, and the path was horribly stony, and 
we had to cut our way with axes through a great 
part, but the weather was luckily cold, and I could 
not keep warm, walking hard, with two coats on. 
Saddled up early for a giraffe or eland, but it was so 
cold we had to off-saddle and light a fire, which I 
did with a cap, two stones, a bit of rag, and powder. 
We waited for the wagons, breakfasted, and again 
started, when we soon saw three lions ; gave chase to 
the lioness, and she ran hard through the bush a good 
distance, when she lay down. Donna, who is always 
in the way, went up and started her again, and, as she 
was nearing the thick bush, Swartz, fearful of losing 
her, jumped off, fired and missed her. I galloped on, 
and she came to bay, lying under a bush facing me 
twenty-five yards off. Swartz came up, and when 
reloaded, I fired from Bryan’s back, my arms aching 
so with holding my horse that I missed also. With 
a fierce growl she changed her position to a big bush, 
some twelve yards off. When I was reloaded, Swartz 
fired from his horse with better success, hitting her 
