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betimes—and it was then that Currie and I would 
quietly in-span our wagon, saddle up the horses, move 
on for three or four hours of the night, and when we 
did halt again turn our horses and mules out to grass, 
taking turns to watch them until daylight—many 
nights with lions roaring not far from us. At dawn of 
day we would again in-span, and move on till about nine 
or ten o’clock, when we would unharness the cattle and 
prepare our breakfast, or rather morning meal. The 
Grovernor’s camp would overtake or pass us while so 
halted, and I think the Prince enjoyed nothing more 
than the cup of coffee, or bit of 6 carabenatje ’ which 
was always ready for him on these occasions. 
While at our morning out-span of this day, Sir 
Walter and myself had some glorious sport all to our¬ 
selves. We had crossed a river just below the junction 
of two branches. Our route had been skirting the 
boundary-line of a portion of the Basuto Territory, and 
a large native hunting party was out after the game to 
our right. All at once we saw masses of game pressing 
down between the two branches of this river, and we 
had only time to snatch up our guns and head the 
stampede, which had to pass the river at the spot where 
we stood. Had there been breechloaders in those days 
we might have killed any quantity of great beasts; as 
it was we killed more than both camps could consume 
or carry on. 
