SUPPLY THE MACCALACAS WITH FOOD. 
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I am quite tired of this strong living—buffalo, eland, 
or elephant day after day; I cannot eat quagga; and 
the smaller varieties of antelope are awfully dry, and 
the horses have now too little flesh to catch a giraffe. 
30 th [Sunday). — Malakanyama, a Maccalacas 
chief, came over to see me at Jurea, and besought 
me to shoot some game for him and his people, as 
they had fled from Mosilikatse and were starving. 
The Matabele had killed great numbers of them, 
when they at length showed fight — an unheard-of 
thing—killed two of the principal captains, and are 
now in daily expectation of a large commando coming 
in quest of them. 
Boccas shot twenty-three head in all, myself seven¬ 
teen, chiefly rhinoceros and buffalo, and two ele¬ 
phants. He killed three harrisbuck with one bullet, 
an extraordinary shot by moonlight; and last night, 
he and I, by the water, killed four rhinoceros and 
four buffaloes. Every vestige of the meat disappeared 
at once, but we have left the poor fellows a large 
lot of dried flesh to go on with. Malakanyama was 
very grateful, and sent me a present of four tusks, 
which paid well for powder and lead. 
I lost the wagons for seven days, during five of 
which I had not a bite of anything but flesh. I did 
not lose myself, but it was owing to a mistake the 
wagon took the wrong road, and Batwing ran away 
back to the place from which I started, about forty 
miles, finding his way in a most miraculous manner. 
The Kaffirs on his spoor eventually brought him back, 
