We determined that it would be better to travel at night, as there
would be less fear of the wild beasts, or of being seen; so we went
fast asleep for many hours. Towards the evening, we found water for the
horses, and then we fed them again, and proceeded on our journey. I
won't tell what passed every day for a fortnight, by which time we had
pretty well killed our horses, and we were compelled to stop among a
tribe of Gorraguas, a very mild, inoffensive people, who supplied us
with milk, and treated us very kindly. We had some adventures,
nevertheless. One day as we were passing by a tuft of small trees, a
rhinoceros charged upon my horse, which very narrowly escaped by
wheeling short round and getting behind him; the beast then made off
without meddling with us any more. Every day we used to shoot some
animal or other, for provision: sometimes it was a gnu, something
between an antelope and a bull; at other times it was one of the
antelope kind.
"Well, we stayed for three weeks with these people, and gave our horses
time to refresh themselves; and then we set off again, keeping more
towards the coast as we went southward, for the Gorraguas told us that
there was a fierce native tribe, called Kaffers, to the northward, who
would certainly kill us if we went there.
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