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AFRICAN HUNTING. 
Pet Jacobs, an old elephant hunter, and a good fellow 
in every way, was here where I am now standing a 
fortnight ago, when the lions killed two of his horses, 
and the other two, in their fright, galloped away. I 
do not know whether he has found them again. This 
is a heavy loss to him, as they were all salted horses, 
and worth at least 200/., and the poor fellow lias 
been obliged to turn back. 
August 2nd .—I think this is the right date, but I 
have quite lost my reckoning, and it may or may not 
be so. 
We left Caballa yesterday, my.twenty head of 
cattle having drunk all dry, and not got enough, 
poor things; and we treked on to Letloche, where, 
three months ago, I enjoyed a swim in at least nine 
feet of water, but now it is only one deep mud-hole, 
with a little drop of water trickling through. We 
made a drain from the spring through the mud to 
the only practicable place for the oxen to drink, and, 
seeing lots of quagga-spoor, I stuck a white flag on a 
staff into the mud to scare them away, if they came. 
It had not, however, the desired effect, as the brutes 
came and drank more than half the water that had 
run into our reservoir. I was vexed with myself 
that I did not sleep among the rocks and shoot them, 
but I am too unwell to risk sleeping out in the open 
air, and I was dead knocked up with a two hours’ 
chase after a troop of giraffes. I broke the leg of 
a fine heifer at the second shot, but wishing to lay 
in a good stock of meat, as I knew it was my last 
