These were: "How do you do, sir.

Will you have a split ?" I answered that I never drank spirits in the daytime, or at least not often, but that I should be pleased to take a small bottle of beer.
When the beer was consumed we walked up together to my little house on which is now called the Berea, the same in which, amongst others, I received my friends, Curtis and Good, in after days, and there we dined.
Indeed, Charlie Scroope never left that house until we started on our shooting expedition.
Now I must cut all this story short, since it is only incidentally that it has to do with the tale I am going to tell.

Mr.Scroope was a rich man and as he offered to pay all the expenses of the expedition while I was to take all the profit in the shape of ivory or anything else that might accrue, of course I did not decline his proposal.
Everything went well with us on that trip until its unfortunate end.
We only killed two elephants, but of other game we found plenty.

It was when we were near Delagoa Bay on our return that the accident happened.
We were out one evening trying to shoot something for our dinner, when between the trees I caught sight of a small buck.

It vanished round a little promontory of rock which projected from the side of the kloof, walking quietly, not running in alarm.