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THE AMBUSH.
We had reached the bush after six hours' downhill trek over a pretty bad track made by cattle--of course, there were no roads in Zululand at this date.

I remember the place well.

It was a kind of spreading woodland on a flat bottom, where trees of no great size grew sparsely.

Some were mimosa thorns, others had deep green leaves and bore a kind of plum with an acid taste and a huge stone, and others silver-coloured leaves in their season.