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AFRICAN HUNTING. 
the shoulder broadside sharp right and left, and the 
whole herd vanished like smoke; then came in¬ 
numerable hyenas, making the most appalling noise, 
fighting, running, and yelling like demons. I cannot 
imagine what was the cause, as I never heard them 
so before. I heard lions, and hoped they would come, 
but they did not; and, just before the morning star 
rose, feeling confident that no more elephants would 
come, I shot a hyena, and sent men off on the spoor 
of the wounded elephant. As it was Sunday, I would 
not go out to hunt myself. They found the herd, and 
the wounded one standing alone, some distance off, 
but the dogs chased him, and he eventually got clear 
away, and we have seen no more since ; we have shot 
elands, quaggas, wild boar, harrisbuck, and roan ante¬ 
lopes by the water, but nothing that will help to pay 
expenses. It is now too warm in the day to do any 
good ; I myself cannot stand it. The hack-thorns 
have torn all my clothes to rags; they are patched 
up in twenty places, and I am still hardly decent, 
even for the velt, where any mortal covering will 
do ; nothing but leather has any chance, and that is 
too hot. A little bacon still left, though shaded 
as much as possible from the sun in the very middle 
of the wagon, has almost all melted away ; my other 
wagon and two hunters are still behind, and I am in 
hopes they will kill a good number, as among the 
tsetse elephants are very numerous, but it is killing 
work for a white man on foot. I must go and try 
for a guinea-fowl or partridge by way of change, as 
