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and stopping under a bush, made a faint effort to charge as I shuffled past, but being met by a bullet in the chest, stumbled 
a few paces, and then sank to rise no more. 
Right furiously did it pour during the whole operation of divesting the humbled game of its thick robe, which—in many parts 
quite destitute of hair —shone with a polish falling little short of Warren's jet blacking. Returning, thoroughly drenched, with 
the spoils packed upon the sluggish pony, I regained the bank of the Limpopo just in time to detect another noble fellow in 
the very act of taking ‘soyle. Holding his gallant muzzle high in the air, and throwing forward his legs, while he glided 
stoutly through the current, he was curling the water before his slim neck as from the beak of an ancient galley, and snorting 
at each breath with his aquatic exertions. Despite of the rain, the first lucky bullet reached his heart, and as he turned over 
on the surface a lifeless corse, the warm blood welled from the wound, and dyed the ripples round for many a foot. Wheeling 
in the eddies, and jostling against each abutting rock, the carcase was carried rapidly along with the swelling current, until 
at length — being brought up by a projecting angle where the mountain, to afford a passage to the stream, divides like the 
cleft hoof of an antelope—it was dragged on to the shore, and the head having been severed from the body, was thrown 
across the back of the mare, and with its gory companion, borne into the camp in triumph. 
Lead of Waderbuck, as preserved by bagh) Marres 
