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way, till we found they had caught and mounted the 
horses, all of which were perfectly quiet and gentle. 
It then struck me that two men on foot going in 
pursuit of five mounted men was only a fool’s errand, 
and we were never likely to come up with them. I 
stopped and indulged in a reverie for a few minutes, 
when it struck me nobody was at the wagon, and we 
should lose twenty oxen as well. I called to Inyous 
to turn back to the wagon. No answer. I then 
roared and yelled again, till the woods resounded 
with his name. No response. I then fired off at an 
old stump an elephant shot, that made me reel again. 
Not a, breath in reply. I then at once saw that it 
was a made-up plot among them all, and that I was 
entirely deserted. 
I made my way back to the wagon as fast as I 
could travel, when I found only poor little Leche, 
who had cried himself to sleep under a tree ; the 
oxen had strayed away. After comforting the little 
fellow as well as I could, I had to start on the oxen’s 
spoor ; and by the time I had recovered them, made 
the kraal fast, brought wood and water for the night, 
washed out the greasy pots and dishes (everything 
the Kaffirs had left being in the same state of greasy 
filth), I found I had no sinecure. I discovered that 
there is a very great difference between ordering a 
thing and doing it oneself. I boiled a kettle of tea, 
and a saucepan of sago for Leche and myself, and was 
all this time too busy to give way or have time for 
thought; but when I had put the little fellow to 
