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roast guinea-fowls, partridges, pheasants, korans, dik- 
kops, and ducks. My youngsters, Meercat and JSFgami, 
are lively and well, and are very useful and handy, 
and beginning to learn to talk Dutch, English, and 
Kaffir, or a kind of bastard language of all three 
combined. 
I can bag any quantity of winged game as long as 
I have Juno, and my old favourite gun, made by 
Burrow, of Preston, whose guns have a capital name 
in the county. I have shot for ten years constantly 
with a seven-bore of his make, which for accuracy 
and driving qualities could not be surpassed; and in 
our first disastrous expedition to St. Lucia Bay, 
where eight of my companions died, they had all 
previously determined on having similar weapons. 
Burrow died during my absence, and his eldest son 
now carries on the business. 
21st. — Kanye. — I have been detained here two 
days trying to get a guide, and have bribed old 
Caballa, the captain of a tribe of Bakalahari, consi¬ 
derably, and am now waiting his final answer. I have 
bought as much Kaffir corn as I can carry, as many 
bucks or goats as I want, and have been busy making 
sausages for the road. 
On Saturday I shot two tsessebes at one shot, 
breaking the leg of one, which the dogs took to the 
water and pulled down ; and to-day I have been also 
successful in bringing to bay a splendid fat eland cow. 
Accompanied by January, on old Snowdon, and seven 
Bakalahari, we sallied forth, and soon found fresh 
