A telegram unexpectedly arrived, saying that the boat would not sail until three days later, so we decided to put in two or three more mornings of shooting out beyond the limits of the city.
We got a carriage, a low-necked vehicle drawn by two little mules.

It was driven by a young black boy, and we got another boy from the hotel to go along for general utility purposes.

Into this vehicle we placed our guns, and at seven o'clock in the morning drove out of the town.

In fifteen or twenty minutes we had passed through the streets and had reached the pleasant roads of the open plains.

Soon we passed the race-track and then bowled merrily along between peaceful barbed-wire fences.