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easy to imagine. The word 4 sar ’ sets Juno off like 
a greyhound, and she rushes headlong into the 
middle of them, while I run and fire at any dis¬ 
tance to break them. When this is accomplished, Juno 
returns and stands them one after another as steady 
as old Time, and I can go on killing till a Kaffir can 
carry no more. 
10 th .— I saw a troop of old bull buffaloes in thin 
hack-thorns, where there was no shelter in case of a 
charge. I took a circle, however, and came at them 
from below the wind, two only standing, and eight 
lying; they were very bare ; I got within eighty yards, 
and one bull stood well and I took a steady pot, 
hearing the bullet clap beautifully, but it was 
Alington’s rifle, and, to judge from the report and 
recoil, must have had only half a charge in. They 
all tore away, and I should have given him up, had 
not Juno taken the blood-spoor, and I heard her 
baying him 300 or 400 yards a.-head, and when I 
got up he was just expiring, the bullet in the exact 
place and right direction. This will save one nag a 
hard day’s work, as otherwise I must have gone to 
shoot an eland or giraffe, for I have to support daily 
eighteen hungry men. I could, had I been so 
disposed, have killed four or five brace of pheasants, 
thus making rather a good morning’s work of it. I 
have nothing to amuse myself with but a pile of 
Illustrated News , the latest bearing date 1856, but 
most of them 1854. 
13 th. — I never saw such a country as this is for 
