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eland. My intention was to have gone on foot to 
Lake Ngami, to try and get assistance from Wilson, 
an Englishman living there, and then to kill time till 
I got some opportunity of going to Walvish Bay. 
I was planning all this in my mind, making myself 
happy with buffalo tongue, when who should come 
up to the wagon, jaded, wearied, and foot-sore, but 
Inyous. I sprang up, and could have hugged him. 
He and Matakit had followed the spoor far on into 
the night; and by a sort of instinct where to find 
the runaways (for they could not see), they came up 
with them, and induced them to return ; and they 
have just arrived with the horses, looking like grey¬ 
hounds. I at first took a high line, and told them 
that bringing the horses back was the best day’s 
work they ever did in their lives, as I would have 
hunted them far and wide, and they should have 
spent a good part of their days working on the 
roads in chains. But they coolly told me they were 
under Sechele’s government, and did not care a fig 
for the Boers and their laws ; and I at once saw the 
truth of it, and that I should most likely have had 
no redress. If I had come up with them on the 
horses, I should certainly have shot one or more of 
them, and should, in my turn, have been shot like¬ 
wise, as they were armed. I was soon obliged to 
lower my tone, and come down a peg. They said 
all they wanted was their wages for two months, and 
that, as I had not the means to pay, they had helped 
themselves ; and, on their threatening to leave me 
