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AFRICAN HUNTING. 
11th .—Collins left us this morning, and John got 
leave from old Impugan to go with him just at the 
last moment. His preparations were soon made, and 
he took Croppy and Luister; both animals in pretty 
fair order. I promised him those two nags long 
since, when I was comparatively rich in horse-flesh, 
and would not break my word, though it put me to 
great straits to part with them. I get one half of all 
he kills. 
Sent away four 4 Blackwood’s Magazines,’ which I 
almost knew by heart, and begged something in the 
shape of print in exchange from two Englishmen at 
Collins’s wagon. I am wearied to death ; I have no 
horse to ride, and game is not come-at-able on foot, 
even if one could muster sufficient resolution to un¬ 
dergo the burning heat of the sun. When the sun 
is nearly set, I bend my steps to a hole about half-a- 
mile off, and splash about and make the best of three 
feet water, but there are so many fish, crabs, and 
leeches, one cannot keep still a minute. 
12th .—Had a long, hot, weary walk; saw literally 
nothing. We shall be compelled to kill an ox to¬ 
night, but it is the first since we left the house, two 
months ago. I am doing all I can to get a little 
flesh on my two bare-boned nags, and stuffing them 
with Kaffir corn, as the grass is so dry and so 
scarce they cannot get half enough, although, at this 
season of the year, it is knee deep in Natal. I have 
travelled far and wide in every direction into the old 
colony, up the coast to Belagoa Bay, through the 
