onfirmed in his ideas as to the essential insanity of the English.

Our little patrol tent stood about ten yards from the tail of Niekerk's
wagon. One morning at daybreak a big black rhinoceros stood grunting
and sniffing in the space between. The barrel of Niekerk's rifle
protruded slowly from the wagon-tilt. When the animal felt the sting of
the bullet it swung round and went off at a gallop along the river
bank. Rhino could not have been much hurt, for his spoor was to be seen
a few days afterwards fifteen miles away, and it was still the spoor of
a running animal. Game was now scarce, so Niekerk decided to shift his
quarters.

As we had done no prospecting to speak of, it was decided to explore
the Crocodile Valley, in the direction of the mountains, before going
home. We accordingly once more crossed the river, and proceeded against
the stream along its southern bank, panning as we went. "Color" was to
be found everywhere, but no sign of "pay." On the second morning we had
an unpleasant surprise; the Bapedi had bolted during the night. They
had taken nothing of our belongings. I was very wrathful; but time
brings perspective; today I am inclined to think that these boys were
justified in clearing out. They had been terribly frightened in
Swaziland, and when we again crossed the river they may have thought,
naturally enough, that we were going back.

In sadness we sorted our belongings, selecting the indispensable and
the more valuable; we cached the remainder in a krantz cleft. I wonder
if it is still where we hid it? Then, the flood having somewhat
subsided, we went westward along the river bank until we found a
fordable spot. Here we crossed and, feeling much chastened, tramped off
in the direction of Pilgrim's Rest. As we struggled on we tried to
comfort ourselves with a foretaste of the vengeance which we would
wreak on Indogozan and his companion when we caught them. However,
catch them we never did.

It now became quite clear that I had contracted fever. Headache,
dizziness, internal pains, and deadly weakness had me in their grip.
Partridges got on my nerves, and became the terror of my life. The
country was full of these birds, which were very tame. The whirring
scream of a covey, when it flushed around me, almost caused
distraction. On such occasions I have often dropped flat in my tracks.

In its early stages, fever is generally more or less intermittent; the
subject generally feels either worse or b