The men having been always able to find out our route by the prints of our shoes, we went on for a number of miles.

This time, however, they lost our track, and failed to follow us.

The path was well marked by elephants, hyenas, pallahs, and zebras, but for many a day no human foot had trod it.

When the sun went down a deserted hamlet was reached, where we made comfortable beds for ourselves of grass.

Firing muskets to attract the attention of those who have strayed is the usual resource in these cases.
On this occasion the sound of firearms tended to mislead us; for, hearing shots next morning, a long weary march led us only to some native hunters, who had been shooting buffaloes.