Once, when seeking a ford for the cart, at sunrise, we saw a herd slowly wending up the hill-side from the water.

Sending for a rifle, and stalking with intense eagerness for a fat beefsteak, instead of our usual fare of salted provisions, we got so near that we could hear the bulls uttering their hoarse deep low, but could see nothing except the mass of yellow grass in front; suddenly the buffalo-birds sounded their alarm- whistle, and away dashed the troop, and we got sight of neither birds nor beasts.

This would be no country for a sportsman except when the grass is short.

The animals are wary, from the dread they have of the poisoned arrows.

Those of the natives who do hunt are deeply imbued with the hunting spirit, and follow the game with a stealthy perseverance and cunning, quite extraordinary.