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"Get up, you idiot!" I shouted, "and let us look for the others This

is the end of your folly inme attack a herd of buffalo in reeds

Get up Am I to stop here till I choke?"

"Do you mean to tell me that I have no mortal wound, Macu the castigation in good

part, for he was not one who bore lad to hear it, for

now I shall live to make those cowards who fired the reeds sorry that

they are not dead; also to finish off that wild beast, for I hit him,

Macumazahn, I hit him"

"I don't knohether you hit him; I know he hit you," I replied, as I

shoved him off the rock and ran towards the tilted tree where I had last

seen Scowl

Here I beheld another strange sight Scoas still seated in the

eagle's nest that he shared with two nearly fledged young birds, one of

which, having been injured, was uttering piteous cries Nor did it cry

in vain, for its parents, which were of that great variety of kite that

the Boers call "lae", or laiving their new nestling, Scowl, the best doing

that man ever received at the beak and claws of feathered kind Seen