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again. The weather has been long threatening rain, 
and this afternoon a very few heavy drops have 
fallen, but I think it can hardly pass entirely away 
without a downfall. It is almost as bad as being 
becalmed on the Line. 
To break the sameness of the thing, three Macca- 
lacas Kaffirs were to show me some fresh elephant 
spoor, and I shot three springbuck for them, made 
bullets, and started ; and when I had got about ten 
miles away, they told me it was old spoor, that I had 
better turn back, and that they were going to their 
kraals, and then deliberately set down my blan¬ 
ket, &c, to continue their journey. I waited my 
opportunity quietly; made a savage onset on one, 
wrested his assegais and kerry from him, broke one 
of the former over his head, jumped on Ferus, a hot¬ 
headed, hard-mouthed horse, rode right over a second, 
sending him, salt, kalabash, fells, &c., in all directions, 
and hurled the broken weapon at the third. Two of 
them fell on their knees, begging for life, and the 
third sped like an ostrich over the velt. I gave 
them a little good advice, not to try and humbug an 
Englishman again, and left them. 
A Masara told me he had seen a lion not far off, 
and I immediately went in pursuit, inviting Spear¬ 
man and January, but they declined, not being 
ashamed to confess they were afraid. The Masara 
was afraid, too, but he went eventually, and we took 
the lion’s spoor for about half a mile, when the 
Masara ran away, making frightful gesticulations. 
