LOST IN THE BUSH. 
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hearted fellow in the world, when all alone for months, 
must have occasional fits of despondency. 
Full of thorns and bruises, and half dead from 
thirst, I offsaddled Kebon, kneehaltered him, and then 
lay under the shade of a tree, having not the most 
remote idea as to my whereabouts, shouting and 
firing blank powder to bring up the Masaras. To 
add, if possible, to the many mishaps, my horse had 
strayed, and I had to follow his spoor, and did not 
overtake him for nearly a mile, and then I was 
obliged to retrace my own footsteps, which was not 
so easy. I had not long returned, when January 
turned up, and he led the way back at a trot on foot, 
distancing all the Masaras, and just at sunset got to 
the wagon, where I first got a drink. Such days as 
these are rather more than sport. I was much amused 
by watching the tick birds trying to alarm an old 
white rhinoceros, that we were approaching from 
under the wind, quite ignorant of his danger. They 
ran into his ears, and fluttered about his eyes, 
keeping up an incessant chirping, but he would not 
be warned till we got above wind, when he elevated 
head and tail, snuffed, trotted, and snorted, and went 
away in grand style at a swinging trot. We had 
better game in view, but to-night I am going to 
watch the water, as the moon is high, and then he 
must be more wary. My fellows have just made a 
hole at the edge of the water, as game is very scarce, 
and we are hard up for meat. 
July 8 th. — Tamashahi .—After much consultation 
