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AFRICAN HUNTING. 
bitterly. No man ever took the field under more 
inviting auspices. 
The whole sport of this mighty hunter was one 
bull, the hind leg of which he broke by a fluke in 
about ten shots, fired from behind, about 150 yards 
off, and eventually brought to bay. The Kaffirs’ ac¬ 
counts, which are always to be most implicitly relied 
on, were most humorous. The first elephant showed 
fight, trumpeted, charged, screamed, and chased him out 
of the bush, and gave him altogether a caution and a 
lesson to have more respect for the patriarchs of the 
forest. He set down his discomfiture entirely to his 
horse’s bad behaviour, and next day tried his other, 
which was equally bad; at all events, the same result 
ensued, and the following day he was fain to take him¬ 
self out of the hunting-ground altogether, thus verify¬ 
ing Mosilikatse’s prophecy, that he would show him a 
veldt that he would guarantee he would be quite as 
anxious to get out of as he was now to go in. 
I have heard from the natives that on the Guia 
(Tobacco) river, north of Mosilikatse and near the 
Zambesi, it is not safe to cross the veldt day or 
night, from the number of elephants, many of which 
are very savage, and keep the country all to them¬ 
selves. 
9 th .—Shot a large eland bull on Luister, and lost 
myself at night, an ostrich having taken me out of 
my line of country. I suffered very much from 
thirst, not being able to obtain one drop of water for 
more than eighteen hours, though I scraped my finger 
