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to get water till afternoon. I took only a bit of dry 
toast, and had nothing on but a shirt and gaiters, 
a silk handkerchief inside my hat, a splendid 
pair of thick-ribbed woollen Highland socks, made 
by Haney herself, which I prize greatly—nothing 
could be finer for the burning sands—and a pair 
of shoes of my own make. I would guarantee 
three such days would convert the greatest lump of 
obesity into a genteel figure, if it did not kill him. 
The poor dogs I pitied most sincerely; one old 
stager, Wolf, never showed his nose from under¬ 
neath the wagon; the others showed their sagacity 
by galloping along some distance ahead, and throw¬ 
ing themselves down under a shady tree till we were 
far ahead, and then making play again. I did the 
same. About three o’clock in the afternoon Klein- 
boy could stand it no longer, and caught a horse, to 
go in search of water; Swartz, myself, and Sechele’s 
son-in-law doing the same. After riding three hours, 
at last we found the vley we were in search of, 
owing to the sagacity of Swartz, who showed great 
perseverance in following a rhinoceros spoor. There 
was not one drop of water in the vley, nothing but 
baked clay. On riding round I came on the fresh 
spoor of a Kaffir, and we followed it some 200 yards, 
when it brought us to a deep hole in the ground 
where he had drunk. There were about two inches 
of water in it; we drank, and then, with the spade we 
brought, enlarged and deepened the hole and fired 
signal-guns for the wagons, and, by the time the 
