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AFKICAN HUNTING. 
her only chance of getting food, and she cares 
nothing as to where she goes, and tries, poor thing, 
to make herself useful in a small way, by lighting 
fires and bringing wood. 
I have had twenty Kaffirs from Sicomo’s, but eight 
of them have to-day turned back, as I could not 
attempt, when out of the hunting-ground, any longer 
to feed so many.. There is, of necessity, great waste 
in the food; the large game is killed so far from the 
wagons that it is impossible to bring half the meat, 
and the vultures pounce down on it immediately 
it is left; and then the wagons are so heavy, and the 
oxen so utterly worn out, that I will not load them 
with more than sufficient for the day, letting each 
day take care of itself. The Kaffirs eat like ogres, 
but at a pinch they can easily go three days without 
food. 
I once saw a clever mischievous Kaffir lad, named 
April, hide inside an elephant we had shot that day. 
He caught two vultures by the legs, as they were 
tearing away at the carcase, pulled the first inside, 
tied his legs, and shoved him forward into the vacant 
place where the Masaras had taken out the elephant’s 
heart, and then proceeded to capture his mate. 
The Kaffirs are very fond of all sorts of small birds 
to eat, and, when they succeed in capturing young 
ones just fledged, they generally pitch them on the 
fire alive. I was once outspanned near some dense 
reeds, on the Zouga, into which thousands of small 
reed birds came and went, in the evenings-and morn- 
