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not see more than twenty yards before me. We 
lost him once, and kept galloping on like two fools, 
each thinking the other saw him, for 500 or 600 
yards at least, when John called out, 4 Varloup he 
sur.’ We instantly turned, and took up the spoor, 
following it a good hour and a half, silently and 
surely. I heard a clatter among the stones, and 
almost flew to the spot, when I caught a glimpse of 
my old friend going like the wind. After a mad 
burst through the mapanis, I came up with him and 
gave him another pill in the stern, and after that we 
had no trouble with him. 
24^/i.—I saw on the 17th leches, for the first time, 
and I was so anxious to get one that I worked hard all 
day, mostly on my hands and knees, but without suc¬ 
cess. My driver told me (not without reason) that he 
was a man who could shoot a leche ram. Singularly 
enough, the does are comparatively tame; and I had 
several chances at them, but would not hre. I was at it 
again early the next morning ; and, to my immense 
gratification, I rolled over a fine ram the first shot, at 
full 300 yards, skinned him with care, and preserved 
his head and horns in my best style, and was highly 
elated. Since then, however, I have shot three more 
fine old rams, and the novelty and excitement of killing 
a new specimen have worn away. 
On the same day that I bagged my first leche I 
bought, for the identical old musket before men¬ 
tioned, that I was forced to take in exchange, and 
which I had managed to patch up with an old nail 
