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bank of the river, when I suddenly saw him lying 
asleep in a thicket close before me. Gyp and Juno, 
who were at my heels, immediately got his wind, 
and rushed into him. He sprang up, stood at bay 
for some time, then made a charge at the dogs, 
passed me, and went back to his own thicket. I had 
nothing but a small shot-gun, and shouted lustily to 
scare him; the dogs fought him manfully, but he 
would not budge. I had no shelter of any kind, and 
at length, after two minutes’ consideration, much to 
my relief, he trotted off with the dogs in attendance, 
looking back at me, poor things, as if to ask my 
reason for not shooting him. 
Oct. 3 rd. — Kerea .—We are now within a few 
hours of Chapeau; the weather is hot beyond all 
endurance, and the flies torment us sadly, succeeded 
at sunset by innumerable mosquitoes. Last night, I 
could not bear a rag over me, and the mosquitoes 
drove me raving mad, and will do the same to-night. 
The weather threatens rain, but it won’t come, which 
makes it so fearfully close and sultry. I have lost 
England, one of my after-oxen, in a pit-fall, and shall, 
I fear, feel the want of him very much. One wagon 
has stuck fast in soft places twice the last two days, 
and it was all that twenty oxen could do to drag her 
out. 
5^._The monotony of our journey was most 
agreeably broken yesterday by meeting a party 
of English, amongst whom were Mr. Palgrave and 
Mr. and Mrs. Thompson, who had come up from 
