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AFRICAN HUNTING. 
18 th. — Just returned from my other wagon, 
where I had been to get some powder, lead, and caps, 
to trade with the Makololos. The day I started from 
this, just towards sun-set, I fell in with a troop of cow 
elephants, and gave a good account of them; there 
was scarcely more than half an hour’s sun, and 
consequently no time to lose, as we have hardly any 
twilight. I chased and shot fiercely at close quarters 
till quite dark, being well mounted, and bagged five; 
I let the best, however, escape. Having given her a 
bullet in the exact spot I wanted, I thought she could 
not possibly go far and left her, and she is free, though 
no doubt will die, but without benefiting me. I 
made up my mind for mischief on my return, but 
was two whole days in the saddle without coming 
across any more ; they are very scarce, and it behoves 
a man to do his very best, whenever and wherever he 
meets with them. A grey jackal, whose brush now 
adorns my hunting-cap, and a fine old bull roan 
antelope, completed my best day this year. Poor 
Snowdon is dead ; tsetse, sand-fly, midges, and gnats 
proved too many for him, together with the frightful 
struggles he made in the pit-fall, which no doubt 
hastened his death. Kebon, my fifty-guinea purchase, 
has turned out badly; he is so flat-footed as to be 
dead lame, and utterly useless, on stony ground. 
My hunters in the fly have not done so badly; ten 
or eleven, in all, I hear, and some big bulls, which 
help fast to make up a load. 
The Maccalacas Kaffirs rile me frightfully; during 
