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AFEICAN HUNTING. 
The days are cruelly hot. It is quite impossible 
to travel in the middle of the day ; both man and 
beast are quite prostrate. I shall hunt no more in 
the summer, as the exposure to the fierce heat, the 
burning sands, and the hot sultry winds, dries you 
up like an old mummy, takes all the sap out of your 
body, and adds about ten years to your appearance. 
We are eaten up with flies ; and the wagon affords 
but slight protection from the sun, which is so 
powerful, that a side of bacon, by no means fat, and 
protected by two thick canvas sails, melts away. 
My hands are still very sore from the hack-thorns, 
and I cannot get them well. Eode my new pur¬ 
chase, Luister, to-day, for the first time, but found 
nothing. John’s arm still pains him a good deal. 
He had a Kaffir doctoring him yesterday, cutting 
numerous small niches all over the arm, and rubbing 
in some preparation of leaves and roots ; but I place 
no faith whatever in his skill, and should be sorry to 
undergo the pain. 
18 th (Sunday ).— Three giraffes, three white rhi¬ 
noceros, one black ditto, and one eland bull, must be 
added to the list of slaughter -— three rhinoceros and 
one giraffe being my share of the spoil. I killed the 
black rhinoceros and the eland also ; but, not giving 
them the first ball, they do not count to me. We 
had a glorious hunt after a large troop of giraffes, 
Swartz, Kleinboy, and myself each singling out one, 
and each bringing to bay in a masterly manner. I 
rolled my cow over dead with one bullet; Kleinboy 
