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till sunset. We rode a weary way, and I had given 
up all hopes of elephants, when January hit off 
the fresh spoor of two old bulls in the middle of 
very dense bush, followed it up fast and well, and 
in ten minutes he gave signs that he saw them. I 
made all speed towards him, when I saw a large bull 
standing under a tree with ears erected ; just then a 
Kaffir gave him a shot, grazing his trunk, and, as he 
turned to make off, I was ready, and gave him an ex¬ 
cellent shot through the lungs. He bore away very 
fast, and the bush was so thick that it was as much 
as I could do to keep him in sight; he had gone 
about 400 yards, when he stood, just as I was about 
to fire again. I perceived him staggering, and my 
second bullet took him in the very act of falling. 
His teeth were very good, 7 0 lbs. each. The rest of 
the party rode hard, but never saw his companion, 
though we found his spoor shortly after, but he got 
away free. I wanted to reach the river, but the Masa- 
ras said it was too far, and they should die of thirst 
before they came there, and so, very unwillingly, we 
rode back to the wagons, as we had our blankets, 
salt, and all prepared for our bivouacking. 
22 nd .—I am all alone at the wagon, the rest of 
the party being dispersed in every direction, some 
trying to get and hold the spoor of my horse, Beads¬ 
man, which has strayed away with a brute of 
Sicomo’s, and has not since been heard of; some 
seeking elephant spoor; three are gone to draw 
water some ten miles in a sledge which I made 
