Within four hours he had eaten it to the last ounce and lay there, a distended and torpid log.

What would not we white people give for such a digestion! At last all was over and we started homewards, the man with a broken leg being carried in a kind of litter.

On the edge of the bush-veld we found the waggon quite safe, also one of Captain Robertson's that had followed us from Strathmuir in order to carry the expected load of hippopotamus' hides and ivory.

I asked my _voorlooper_ if anything had happened during our absence.

He answered nothing, but on the previous evening after dark, he had seen a glow in the direction of Strathmuir which lay on somewhat lower ground about twenty miles away, as though numerous fires had been lighted there.