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AFRICAN HUNTING. 
Kaffirs came straggling up, we had a sufficiency for 
their wants. Their eyes were starting out of their 
heads, and their look so wild as almost to frighten 
us, but there was not one drop for the poor oxen 
and horses ; it required all we could do to keep them 
from trampling the hole in; their throats were so dry 
that the oxen could not low nor the horses neigh, 
the loose oxen went half mad and joined a troop of 
wildebeests, and I lost one of mine altogether. On 
Thursday, luckily a cool day, we inspanned long 
before day-dawn, and got to a fountain about mid¬ 
day, when the poor things all got their fill. 
I was revolving in my mind on Monday what 
little reminder I could send 6 the General ,’ a nick¬ 
name for a brother of mine, when the thought 
struck me that his ingenuity might turn a couple 
of rhinoceros horns to good account, as they can 
be straightened by steam and turned in a lathe, 
and they take a brilliant polish ; snuff-boxes, knob- 
kerries, riding-canes, gun-stocks, &c., are made here 
from them. I soon put my thoughts into execution 
by ordering Veichman and a couple of slaves to 
attend me. The former is a nervous, timid, skittish 
chestnut, and has by no means the making of a good 
shooting horse, but it was Hobson’s choice with me. 
I found a young bull, a bad short-horn, and let him 
go, and shortly after two cows, the best of which I 
bagged in four shots. Veichman was in fear and 
trembling of the unwieldy brutes, but the spurs, 
vigorously applied, had the desired effect. The horns 
