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thorn branches into these pits, to prevent the oxen 
from trampling. Two black clogs stayed behind, 
not being able to hold out any longer, but they 
came on during the night. The fawn and light- 
coloured dogs do not appear to suffer so much from 
the sun. I thought this fierce heat portended some¬ 
thing, and last night, to my intense joy, we had a 
desperate thunder-storm, which has given us water 
and freshened up everything marvellously. I bought 
a fat goat and recovered my usual good spirits, but 
the horses and oxen have fallen off very much. Our 
difficulties are now partly over. I hope in five days 
more to reach the Eiver Beauclekky, which runs out 
of Lake Ngami, NE. I have not seen a drop of 
running water for twenty-eight days, although trek¬ 
ing north-west full twenty days out of the twenty- 
eight, and averaging, one day with another, nights 
inclusive, ten hours per diem, at a rate of at least two 
miles an hour, as when we trek at night the oxen 
move merrily along, and a man must step merrily 
along on foot to keep up. 
I am much disappointed both in the country and 
the game. There is no variety whatever here ; only 
eland, giraffe, and blue wildebeest, with a sprinkling 
of duikers, steinbuck and springbuck, the kinds 
that are the least dependent on water, and even 
these are few and far between. The country will 
not bear a moment’s comparison with Mosilikatse’s, 
and it is my first and last visit in this direction. I 
have been uncommonly lucky, so far, with my live 
