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AFRICAN HUNTING. 
seeing an upset inevitable, I took a header down 
stream as far as ever I could go, out of harm’s way, 
and turned on my back to see the result. The cart 
had disappeared; Mick and Inyous, seated on the 
backs of two middle oxen, were going round in a 
frightful state of confusion, and there was not a 
vestige of Matakitakit, who was fastened inside the 
cart, and I feared that, the cart being turned bottom 
upwards, all the heavy stones must be on his head. 
I tried to make up to render assistance, but the 
stream was too strong, when, to my intense delight, 
up came Matakitakit about twenty yards behind. He 
gave himself a shake and a blow or two, and, though 
