At first one would see nothing but a vast field of white mist suffused towards the east by a tremulous golden glow, through which the tops of stony koppies stood up like gigantic beacons.
From the dense mist would come strange sounds--snorts, gruntings, bellows, and the thunder of countless hoofs.

Presently this great curtain would grow thinner, then it would melt, as the smoke from a pipe melts into the air, and for miles on miles the wide rolling country interspersed with bush opened to the view.

But it was not tenantless as it is now, for as far as the eye could reach it would be literally black with game.

Here to the right might be a herd of vilderbeeste that could not number less than two thousand.

Some were grazing, some gambolled, whisking their white tails into the air, while all round the old bulls stood upon hillocks sniffing suspiciously at the breeze.