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AFRICAN HUNTING. 
clo very great execution; tliey are well supplied 
with guns, powder, and lead from Walvish Bay, and 
they watch the different drinking-places of the ani¬ 
mals every moonlight night, and buffalos, rhinoceros, 
&c., must succumb. It is only with great toil, daily 
labour, and by traversing immense ranges, that, in my 
legitimate mode of sporting, I can keep my people 
going in flesh, and we have been hard set since we 
have left the Great Lake, and have made great 
inroads into the meal. My coffee-mill is smashed to 
atoms, and we have to crush or pound the best way 
we can. We manage with a stamp block, like a 
pestle and mortar, as there are no stones in this land. 
The sugar has been long since finished—nine fellows, 
who all took a sly taste when opportunity offered, 
soon made an end of it; it is impossible to keep it, 
and we must drink coffee and tea, ‘carle’ (as the Dutch 
say), naked; the former is rather insipid, the latter 
I manage well enough. Three of my people who 
are married are most anxious to get home, talk about 
nothing else, and would drive the oxen to a stand¬ 
still if I did not interfere. This is a great annoyance 
to me, and I don’t know how to remedy the evil. 
Sechele’s people receive so much for the journey, 
long or short, time makes no difference to them; it 
is a bad plan, and I will make different arrange¬ 
ments another time. Everyone but myself has some¬ 
thing to look forward to at the end of the trek— 
wives, fathers, mothers, brothers, sisters, friends, or 
relatives. 
