"Powder is powder, and a bullet is a bullet." "None, I dare say.

Still, oblige me by looking at them, my uncle." Then at my bidding Hans took six bullets and placed them in his hand, begging him to return them to us as they were wanted.
"They must be a great deal smaller than Hernan's," said Retief, "who, being stronger, uses a heavier gun." "Yes," I answered briefly, as Hans put the charge of powder into the rifle, and drove home the wad.

Then, taking a bullet from Retief's hand, he rammed that down on to the top of it, capped the gun, and handed it to me.
By now the geese were coming thick, for the flight was at its full.
Only, either because some of those that had already passed had sighted the Kaffirs collecting the fallen birds and risen--an example which the others noted from afar and followed--or because in an unknown way warning of their danger had been conveyed to them, they were flying higher and faster than the first arrivals.
"You will have the worst of it, Allan," said Retief.

"It should have been shot and shot about." "Perhaps," I answered, "but that can't be helped now." Then I rose from my stool, the rifle in my hand.

I had not long to wait, for presently over came a wedge of geese nearly a hundred yards up.