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AFRICAN HUNTING. 
1ms just killed one, and I have sent six oxen to bring 
it bodily to the wagons. So far, I have been living 
well on koran, wild ducks, and partridges, having 
recovered my invaluable little Juno, whom I left 
behind last year with a broken leg. She is all 
right now, and is invaluable to me. She retrieves 
everything in or out of water. I am well off for 
dogs this year ; another old stager, Ponto, is nearly as 
good; and I have Gyp, Painter, Wolf, and Captain, 
for large game, five horses, six Kaffirs, and one Tottie, 
and have every comfort in my wagons. 
I had some difficulty in getting a permit for 100 lbs. 
of gunpowder and 500 lbs. of lead, but eventually 
succeeded, so that I am now all right, and have 
ample ammunition to go wherever my wandering 
fancy may lead me. If I can only find a sufficiency 
of water, I hope to reach the Zambesi this year. 
19^.— I am still desperately sore and stiff, but 
nothing but bruises. A goodly array of game is 
hanging to the sides of my two wagons, including 
springbuck, blesbuck, quagga, and wildebeest, and 
both Kaffirs and hounds are sleek and fat. A Boer’s 
wagon just in front of mine came across six lions 
yesterday, and my driver Boccas saw two to-day, 
very large, male and female, but did not shoot. I 
cannot take the saddle again for a week, but manage 
to pot my game by walking on ahead of the wagons, 
and rolled over a wildebeest long ere sunrise this 
morning. We inspan just as the morning star rises, 
and it is very cold till the sun is well up. 
