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AFRICAN HUNTING. 
heard from two Kaffirs that they had seen a horse’s 
spoor, on the path going back, at the first break of 
day. Inyous and myself started in the direction the 
Kaffirs told us, and, thinking it not improbable we 
might be away three or four days, I put a cap, box 
of salt, and a dry eland’s tongue in my pocket, and 
Inyous carried two pounds of beads. On finding 
the spoor eighteen hours gone, I pressed two Kaffirs 
from a kraal near by into the service. It was fine 
work, at times, tracking him out. We had many 
checks, and ail spread out and made our casts in a 
most systematic style, your humble servant hitting 
off the spoor three times, but Inyous and one Bush¬ 
man Kaffir did the most of the hunting. Once, I 
had all but given him up, on flinty, rocky ground; 
we cast around in every direction for an hour and 
a-half to no purpose, and we followed the spoor for 
more than 300 yards on our hands and knees, the 
faintest imaginable track being all we had to guide 
us—a small stone displaced, or a blade of grass cut 
off; so we kept on till we again got to sandy 
ground, when we took up the running four miles an 
hour, and about mid-day we found him. I need not 
say how rejoiced I was to see him again. 
I must say that to-day’s work beat anything I ever 
saw with Kaffirs. Bloodhounds could not have 
done better. We followed the trail for six hours 
through old grass a yard high, and through the midst 
of lots of quagga spoor. I once called the Kaffirs to 
a quagga spoor, but they recognised it immediately, 
