CHAPTER THIRTY EIGHT.
PLANNING THE CAPTURE OF THE QUAGGAS.
Up to this time the field-cornet had scarce deigned to notice the quaggas.

He knew what they were, and had often seen a drove of them-- perhaps the same one--approach the vley and drink.

Neither he nor any of his people had molested them, though they might have killed many.
They knew that the yellow oily flesh of these animals was not fit for food, and is only eaten by the hungry natives--that their hides, although sometimes used for grain-sacks and other common purposes, are of very little value.

For these reasons, they had suffered them to come and go quietly.

They did not wish to waste powder and lead upon them; neither did they desire wantonly to destroy such harmless creatures.
Every evening, therefore, the quaggas had drunk at the vley and gone off again, without exciting the slightest interest.
Not so upon this occasion.