SEARCH FOR THE MISSING WAGON. 
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paid me great attention, bringing wood and water 
unasked. 
My waking thoughts and midnight dreams are 
of the missing wagon, and I cannot help thinking 
that something serious has happened. The Kaffirs 
have only one punishment — death, for every 
offence ; and Mosilikatse has been jealous of our 
hunting without his permission, as he claims the 
country, and there is no law here but that of the 
stronger. 
I shall go in search with a revolver, as well as my 
rifle, to guard against surprise, and then I should 
not be much afraid if I were well mounted ; but my 
poor nag is all skin and bone, and I am afraid he 
will not stand the journey. 
9 th. — I have got over some sixty miles of the 
journey. Twenty hours in the yoke without water, 
three rivers which we crossed being dry; at length we 
came to some pits, and after working hr the broiling 
sun, clearing them out like galley-slaves, eight only 
of my unfortunate oxen were able to get any water, 
and this they drank out of a zinc bucket. In this 
emergency a Masara told me he had seen a little rain 
water in a vley a long way off, and after a great deal 
of wrangling, not having any beads to pay him, he 
agreed to show me the water, if I, in return, shot him 
a giraffe. To these terms I at once joyfully acceded, 
and he set off with the vachter and the poor oxen, 
and yesterday I fulfilled my share of the compact, 
but not without great difficulty. After no end of 
