They look at us and we at them; and we pass on to see a herd of doe koodoos, with a magnificently horned buck or two, hurrying off to the dry hill-sides.

We have ceased shooting antelopes, as our men have been so often gorged with meat that they have become fat and dainty.

They say that they do not want more venison, it is so dry and tasteless, and ask why we do not give them shot to shoot the more savoury guinea-fowl.
About eight o'clock the tsetse commence to buzz about us, and bite our hands and necks sharply.

Just as we are thinking of breakfast, we meet some buffaloes grazing by the path; but they make off in a heavy gallop at the sight of man.

We fire, and the foremost, badly wounded, separates from the herd, and is seen to stop amongst the trees; but, as it is a matter of great danger to follow a wounded buffalo, we hold on our way.
It is this losing of wounded animals which makes firearms so annihilating to these beasts of the field, and will in time sweep them all away.