ZEBRA HUNT. 
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his feet and was off. It was some time before I could 
stand up, when I found my gun lying four or live 
yards away, with the muzzle towards me. I found 
myself bruised all over the lower part of my body, 
and the loose bullets and knife that I carried 
crushed with the weight of the horse into my ribs, 
causing me excruciating pain, but I have no serious 
injuries, and hope to be able to ride again in a few 
days. An excellent omelette for breakfast, with a very 
fair amount of pontac, has already righted me consi¬ 
derably, but for the first ten minutes I thought I 
was nearly done for. 
My after-rider came up in all haste on seeing the 
horse come back to the wagons, and brought a 
bottle of water. I handed him the gun, and told 
him to shoot a zebra, as my dogs were famishing. He 
