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fallen in front, I think, as there is not a sign of an 
elephant left along the river ; and I fear we shall 
find no more now. Nothing but food has been 
shot since I last wrote—some score or more, I think. 
My share has been five buffaloes, an eland, two 
steinbuck, and a quagga. 
My two little Masara boys, well matched in every 
way, sharp, handy little fellows, I have christened 
Ngami and Meercat, and, so far from having at 
all the character of slavery, it is an act of positive 
Christian charity to barter one when brought to the 
wagon, as they are poor little emaciated things, just 
getting enough roots, reeds, and unwholesome food, 
to keep skin and bone together. They are conse¬ 
quently all head and stomach, lantern-jawed, hollow- 
eyed, gaunt and famished, and all look prematurely 
old; but the clear water of the Zouga, and whole¬ 
some diet, though it is flesh, without a change for 
months and months, work a miracle in their appear¬ 
ance. Their appetite is tremendous, and I have 
had to check the young dogs on two or three occa¬ 
sions from eating pieces of old shoe leather, worn-out 
rheims, and giraffe hide. 
Ngami, so called after the Lake, was a present to 
me from Lechulatebe, the chief. I asked him what 
present he was going to make me in return for the 
many he had received. He told me he had nothing. 
I said in joke, 6 Won’t you give me a Masara P ’ to 
which he replied, 6 Oh yes, I will send you one down, 
if that is all you want.’ Shortly after, Ngami made 
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