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AFRICAN HUNTING. 
All my Kaffirs that I brought from Natal have bolted, 
together with two others of Alington’s and Wood¬ 
cock’s. The merits of the case are as follows : the 
road was frightfully heavy, and wagons were loaded 
up to the roof with Kaffir traps, utterly valueless 
rubbish, which it is almost impossible to get rid of, 
as one or other Kaffir is sure to pick it up, and stow 
it away somewhere snug. To remedy this, I gave 
them the use of a pack-ox and saddle to carry all their 
traps. The third day, unknown to me, the unfeeling 
ruffians let the poor brute graze about for half a day 
in a broiling sun without unloading him. I was very 
angry, and told one, Mick, who had nothing in the 
world to do (for I had too many hands), that he must 
carry his own things himself. The next day I found 
all their traps, old tents, and sacks that I had thrown 
away long before, stowed in the wagon, so I resolved 
to make a general clearance, and, being close to the 
river, hurled buck and sheepskins, tents, sacks, 
rubbish, and two of their blankets, into the river. 
They immediately came to me in a body and said 
they were going to leave me, and off they started; 
and their two companions followed them after dusk, 
the immaculate Umlenzi, Woodcock’s servant, who 
was supposed to be unable to do wrong, walking off 
with his master’s double-barrelled gun. The five 
Totties and old Tebe stuck to me, and I am put to 
very little inconvenience so far : in fact, at present, it 
is rather a relief than otherwise to be rid of them. 
The weather has threatened rain, and some must have 
