treats of matters too numerous and stirring to be briefly referred to.

soon after this the explorers passed beyond the level country, and their sufferings were for the time relieved. the region through which they then passed was varied—hilly, wooded, and beautiful, and, to crown all, water was plentiful. large game was also abundant, and one day the footprints of elephants were discovered.

to some of the party that day was one of deepest interest and excitement.

charlie considine, who was, as we have said, an adept with the pencil, longed to sit down and sketch the lordly elephant in his native haunts. andrew rivers and jerry goldboy wanted to shoot him, so did george rennie and the mullers and lucas van dyk. more moderate souls, like sandy black, said they would be satisfied merely to see him, while slinger and dikkop, with their brethren, declared that they wanted to eat him.

at last they came in sight of him! it was a little after mid-day. they were traversing at the time a jungle so dense that it would have been impassable but for a kafir-path which had been kept open by wild animals. the hunters had already seen herds of quaggas, and buffaloes, and some of the larger sorts of antelopes, also one rhinoceros, but not yet elephants. now, to their joy, the giant tracks of these monsters were discovered. near the river, in swampy places, it was evident that some of them had been rolling luxuriously in the ooze and mud. but it was in the forests and jungles that they had left the most striking marks of their habits and mighty power, for there thorny brakes of the most impenetrable character had been trodden flat by them, and trees had been overturned. in traversing such places the great bull-elephant always marches in the van, bursting through everything by sheer force and weight, breaking off huge limbs of the larger trees with his proboscis when these obstruct his path, and overturning the smaller ones bodily, while the females and younger members of the family follow in his wake.

a little further on they came to a piece of open ground where the elephants had torn up a number of mimosa-trees and inverted them so that they might the more easily browse on the juicy roots. it was evident from appearances that the animals had used their tusks as crowbars, inserting them under the roots to loosen their hold of the earth, and it was equally clear that, like other and higher creatures, they sometimes attempted what was beyond their strength, for some of the larger trees had resisted their utmost efforts.

as these signs multiplied the hunters proceeded with increased vigilance and caution, each exhibiting the peculiarity of his character, more or less, by his look and actions. the mullers, van dyk, rennie, hans, and other experienced men, rode along, calmly watchful, yet not so much absorbed as to prevent a humorous glance and a smile at the conduct of their less experienced comrades. considine and rivers showed that their spirits were deeply stirred, by the flash of their ever-roving eyes, the tight compression of their lips, the flush on their brows, and the position of readiness in which they carried their guns—elephant-guns, by the way, lent them by their dutch friends for the occasion. sandy black rode with a cool, sober, sedate air, looking interested and attentive, but with that peculiar twinkle of the eyes and slightly sarcastic droop at the corners of the mouth which is often characteristic of the sceptical scotsman. on the other hand, jerry goldboy went along blazing with excitement, while every now and then he uttered a suppressed exclamation, and clapped the blunderbuss to his shoulder when anything moved, or seemed to move, in the jungle.

jerry had flatly refused to exchange his artillery for any other weapon, and having learned that small shot was useless against elephants, he had charged it with five or six large pebbles—such as david might have used in the slaying of goliath. mixed with these was a sprinkling of large nails, and one or two odd buttons. he was a source of constant and justifiable alarm to his friends, who usually compelled him either to ride in front, with the blunderbuss pointing forward, or in the rear, with its muzzle pointing backward.

“there go your friends at last, jerry,” said van dyk, curling his black moustache, with a smile, as the party emerged from a woody defile into a wide valley.

“what? where? eh! in which direction? point ’em out quick!” cried jerry, cocking the blunderbuss violently and wheeling his steed round with such force that his haunch hit sandy black’s leg pretty severely.

“hoot, ye loupin’ eedyit!” growled the scot, somewhat nettled.

jerry subdued himself with a violent effort, while the experienced hunters pointed out the elephants, and consulted as to the best plan of procedure.

there were fifty at least of the magnificent animals scattered in groups over the bottom and sides of a valley about three miles in extent; some were browsing on the succulent spekboom, of which they are very fond. others were digging up and feeding among the young mimosa-thorns and evergreens. the place where the hunters stood was not suitable for an attack. it was therefore resolved to move round to a better position. as they advanced some of the groups of elephants came more distinctly into view, but they seemed either not to observe, or to disregard, the intruders.

“why not go at ’em at once?” asked young rivers in an impatient whisper.

“because we don’t want to be killed,” was the laconic reply from diederik muller.

“don’t you see,” explained van dyk, with one of his quiet smiles, “that the ground where the nearest fellows stand is not suitable for horsemen?”

“well, i don’t see exactly, but i’ll take your word for it.”

while they were speaking, and riding through a meadow thickly studded over with clumps of tall evergreens, considine observed something moving over the top of a bush close ahead of him.

“look out there!” he exclaimed, but those in advance had already turned the corner of a bush, and found themselves within a hundred paces of a huge male elephant.

jerry at once pointed the blunderbuss and shut his eyes, and would infallibly have pulled the trigger, if sandy black, who had in some measure become his keeper, had not seized his wrist and wrenched the weapon from his grasp.

“man, ye’ll be the death o’ somebody yet,” he said in a low stern tone.

jerry at once became penitent and on giving a solemn promise that he would not fire till he obtained permission, received his weapon back.

“een groot gruwzaam karl,” whispered one of the hottentots, in broken dutch.

“my certie, but he is a great gruesome carl!” said black, echoing in scotch the dutchman’s expression as he gazed in admiration.

“he’s fourteen feet high if he’s an inch,” observed george rennie.

the scent and hearing of the elephant are both keen, but his sight is not very good. as the wind chanced to blow from him to the hunters he had not perceived them. this was fortunate, for it would have been highly dangerous to have attacked him in such ground. they wheeled round therefore and galloped away towards some scattered rocks, whence they could better approach him on foot. dismounting, the leaders formed a hasty plan of operations, and immediately proceeded to put it in execution.

it may have been that their explanation of the plan was not lucid, or that jerry goldboy’s head was not clear, but certain it is that after having been carefully told what to do, he dashed into the jungle after sandy black and did what seemed right in his own eyes.

black kept close to the heels of hans marais, and so did considine, but jerry soon began to pant with excitement; then he stumbled and fell. before recovering himself from a “wait-a-bit” thorn he had been left out of sight behind. he pushed valiantly on however and came to a small open plain, where he looked anxiously round, but his comrades were nowhere to be seen. just then a shot was fired, it was followed quickly by another, and then was heard, above the shouting of excited hottentots, the shrill screaming of wounded and enraged elephants. jerry heard the tremendous sounds for the first time, and quaked in his spinal marrow.

observing the smoke of a shot on the opposite side of the little plain, he proceeded to cross over hastily, but had barely gained the middle of the open space when the shrill screams were repeated with redoubled fury. at the same time jerry heard cries of warning, coupled with his own name. he looked right and left in alarm, not knowing where the threatened danger was likely to come from. he was not kept long in suspense. behind him he heard the crackling and crashing of branches caused by elephants bursting through the wood. then a large female with three young, but by no means small, ones issued from the edge of the jungle and made straight at the unfortunate man. jerry turned and ran, but he had no chance; the elephants gained on him so fast that he felt, with an awful sickening of the heart, it was not possible to reach the rocky ground beyond the meadow, where he might have been safe. with the courage of despair he faced about and fired straight in the face of the old female, which ran him down with a shriek of indignation. she had only one tusk, but with that she made a prod at jerry that would have quickly ended his days if it had not missed the mark and gone deep into the ground. she then caught him by the middle with her trunk, threw him between her fore-feet, and attempted to tread him to death. this she certainly would have accomplished, but that jerry was remarkably agile and very small; the ground being soft and muddy was also in his favour. once she set her foot on his chest, and he felt the bones bending. of course had the creature’s full weight pressed it, jerry would have been cracked like a walnut, but the monster’s foot was rounded and wet, and, the poor man making a desperate wrench, it slipped into the mud; then she trod on his arm, and squeezed it into the ground without snapping the bone. thus stamping and wriggling for a few seconds, the two fought on for vengeance and for life, while george rennie, hans, and the two mullers ran to the rescue and fired a volley. this caused the animal to wince and look up. jerry, taking advantage of the pause, jumped up and dived out from below her between her hind-legs—alighting on his head and turning a complete somersault. he regained his feet just as she turned round again to seize him. at that critical moment lucas van dyk put a ball in her head, and considine sent another into the root of her trunk, which induced her to turn and join her screaming offspring in the bushes.

the hunters pursued, while jerry, covered with mud and bruises, and scarcely able to run, made off in the opposite direction. he had scarcely reached the shelter of some broken ground, when the enormous male elephant which had been previously encountered, came running past, either to the rescue of its mate, or flying in alarm at the firing. it caught one of the hottentots who had loitered in rear of the attacking party, carried him some distance in its trunk, and then, throwing him on the ground, brought its four feet together and trod and stamped on him for a considerable time. the unfortunate man was killed instantly. it left the corpse for a little, and then returned to it, as if to make quite sure of its deadly work, and, kneeling down, crushed and kneaded the body with its fore-legs. then seizing it again with its trunk, it carried it off and threw it into the jungle.

this delay on the elephant’s part gave the hunters time to return from the destruction of the female, and with several successful shots to kill the male.

“’tis a heavy price to pay for our sport,” said considine sadly, as he stood with his companions gazing on the body of the hottentot, which was trodden into a shapeless mass.

“hunters don’t go out for mere sport,” said lucas van dyk, “they do it in the way of business—for ivory and hides. of course they must take the chances of a risky trade.”

this sad incident naturally cast a gloom over the party, and they remained there only long enough to cut out the tusks of the male elephant and stow them away with choice parts of the meat in their waggon.

after quitting the valley they fell in with the party under john skyd and frank dobson, and led by stephen orpin. they were much surprised to find with these their friends kenneth mctavish and groot willem, who soon accounted for their unexpected appearance. they had been steadily tracing the spoor of poor junkie, had lost and re-found it several times and, during their pursuit, had crossed the waggon-tracks of skyd and his party, whom they followed up, in the faint hope that they might have heard or seen something to guide them in their search. in this they were disappointed.

after a brief council of war it was resolved to join their forces and continue the search after junkie.

proceeding on their way, they fell in with a wounded kafir. he lay dying under a bush, and made no attempt to escape, although he evidently regarded the white men as enemies. having been reassured on this point, and comforted with a piece of tobacco, he told them that his village had been attacked by the fetcani and completely destroyed, with all the women and children—only a few of the wounded warriors like himself having escaped, to perish in the jungle. the fetcani he described as the most ferocious warriors ever seen. they did not use the ordinary assagai or throwing spear, but a short stabbing one, and invariably closed at once with their foes with irresistible impetuosity.

on being questioned about prisoners, and reference being made to white men’s children, he said that he had heard of a white boy who was brought to a village a day’s march or more from where they then were, but added that the fetcani hordes had gone off to destroy that village just after destroying his own, and that he had no doubt it was by that time reduced to ashes and all its inhabitants slain.

on hearing this, and learning the direction of the village in question, the hunters went off at full gallop, leaving the waggons to follow their spoor.

it was nearly sunset when they came to an eminence beyond which lay the kafir town of which they were in search. the first glance showed that something unusual was going on in it—at the same time it relieved their fears to observe that it was not yet destroyed. the mud hovels, like huge beehives, in which the kafirs dwelt, were not yet burnt, and the only smoke visible was that which rose from cooking fires. but it was quite plain that the people, who in the distance seemed to swarm in and about the place like black ants, were in wild excitement.

“no doubt they’ve heard that the fetcani are coming,” said groot willem, riding to the highest point of the ridge on which they stood. “the place seems pretty strong. i think we might do worse than go lend the niggers a helping hand till we’ve made inquiries about the lad.”

lucas van dyk echoed this sentiment, and so did stephen orpin, but there were others who thought it best to let the niggers fight their own battles.

“well, friends,” said kenneth mctavish, “you may hold what opinion you like on that point, but my business just now is to go into that town and see if i can find junkie brook. the sooner i do so the better, so let those who choose follow me.”

he rode off at a brisk trot, and was followed by the whole party. on reaching the town they halted, and the principal chief, eno, came out to meet them. one of the hottentots being called to interpret, the hunters were informed that the fetcani had threatened to attack the town, and that the inhabitants were busy putting themselves in a state of defence. they were glad, said the chief, to see the white men, and hoped they would stay to assist him.

to this stephen orpin replied through the interpreter. stephen somehow fell naturally into the position of spokesman and chief of the party in positions where tact and eloquence or diplomacy were wanted, though in the hunting-field he held a very subordinate place.

he told eno that the white men had come to seek for a white boy who had been stolen from one of the frontier settlements, and that he had heard the boy was in his, eno’s, town. that he was glad to hear it, though of course he did not suppose eno had stolen the boy, seeing that none of his people had been yet near the colony. that he and his friends now came to claim the boy, and would be glad to aid them in defending the town, if attacked while they were in it.

in reply the chief said he knew nothing about a white boy being in his town, but would make inquires.

while this conference was going on, a man was seen to approach, running at full speed. he fell from exhaustion on arriving, and for some moments could not speak. recovering, he told that he had just escaped from a band of two hundred fetcani warriors, who were even then on their way to attack the town.

instantly all was uproar and confusion. the warriors, seizing their shields and spears, sallied forth under their chief to meet the enemy—a few of the youngest being left behind to guard the women and children. a party of the hottentots under kenneth mctavish also remained to guard the town, while the rest set off to aid the kafirs. they were compelled, however, to ride back a short distance to meet the waggons, and obtain a supply of ammunition. thus a little time was lost, and before they could reach the scene of action the kafirs had met with the fetcani warriors, been thoroughly beaten, and put to flight.

on the appearance, however, of the horsemen the pursuers halted.

“now, lads,” cried groot willem, “a steady volley and a charge home will send them to the right about.”

“better fire over their heads,” said orpin earnestly. “we are not at war with these men. let us not kill if we can help it.”

“i agree with that heartily,” cried charlie considine.

“so do i,” said hans. “depend on’t the sound will suffice for men who perhaps never saw fire-arms before.”

“quite right, maister marais,” said sandy black, with grave approval, “an’ if oor charge is only heeded by groot willem an’ jerry goldboy, tak’ my word for’t thae fit-canny craters’ll flee like chaff before the wund.”

“very good,” said groot willem, with a grin.—“come along, jerry.”

the dauntless little man answered the summons with delight, and the whole party approached the wondering fetcani at a trot. halting when within about eighty yards, they fired a volley from horseback over the heads of the enemy. then, through the smoke, they charged at full speed like thunderbolts, groot willem roaring like a mad buffalo-bull, jerry goldboy shrieking like a wounded elephant, and energising fearfully with legs, arms, reins, and blunderbuss, while the others shouted or laughed in wild excitement.

the fetcani, as sandy black had prophesied, could not stand it. turning their backs to the foe, they fled as only panic-stricken and naked niggers can fly, and were soon scattered and lost in the jungle.

while this was going on far out on the plain, kenneth mctavish had much ado to keep the people quiet in the town—so great was their dread of falling into the hands of the ferocious fetcani. but when the wounded warriors began to come in, breathless, gashed, and bleeding, with the report of their disaster, he found it impossible to restrain the people. the young warriors ignominiously left the place and fled, while the women followed, carrying their children and such of their worldly goods as they were loath to leave behind. for some time mctavish managed to restrain the latter, but when at last the hunters came thundering back after their bloodless victory, the poor women, fancying they were the enemy, flung down goods, and even babies, and ran.

the horsemen called out to assure them they were friends, but their terror was too great to permit of their comprehending, and they continued to fly.

“come, charlie, we must head these poor creatures, and drive them back,” said hans, as he rode over ground which was strewn with utensils, mantles, and victuals, among which many little black and naked children were seen running, stumbling, tottering, or creeping, according to age and courage.

followed by the other horsemen, they rode ahead of the flying multitude, and, cracking their whips menacingly in front, with an occasional charge, they succeeded in staying the flight and turning the poor women back. no sooner did these comprehend how matters stood than they turned, and caught up their little ones with as much affection and thankfulness as if they had just shown a readiness to die for, rather than forsake, them.

among these children was one who, although as black as the ace of spades in body and face, had light curly flaxen hair. he ran about in a wild unaccountable manner, darting hither and thither, from side to side.

mctavish and the others, who had by that time dismounted, and were standing at their horses’ heads amused spectators of the scene, looked at this urchin in surprise, until they observed that he was endeavouring to escape from a stout young woman who did her best to catch him. she had nearly succeeded, when he suddenly doubled like a hare and bore straight down on the horsemen. seeing this, the woman gave in, and, turning, fled to the town, while the little fellow ran and clasped the highlander by the knees.

“oh! miss’r tavish!” he cried, and looked up.

“ah! why—it’s junkie!” cried the highlander, catching the child up in his arms and hugging him, by which means he left a dark imprint of him on his own breast and face.

it was indeed junkie—naked as on the day of his birth, greased from head to foot, and charcoaled as black as the king of ashantee!

although an object of the deepest interest to the white men, poor junkie was not at that moment personally attractive. he was, however, unspeakably happy at seeing white and familiar faces once more. he was also very much subdued, and had obviously profited by the rude teaching he had undergone in kafirland, for his obedience to orders was prompt and unquestioning.

the first important matter was to clean junkie. this was only partially effected, and with difficulty. the next was to clothe him. this was done, on the spur of the moment, with pocket-handkerchiefs, each hunter contributing one till the costume was complete. a large red cotton one formed a sort of plaid; a blue one with a hole in the middle, through which his head was thrust, served as a pretty good poncho or tippet; a green one with white spots, tied round the loins, did duty as a tunic or kilt; and one of crimson silk round the head formed a gorgeous turban.

returning to the village, the hunters found eno the chief, and, after expressing much satisfaction at having arrived in time to lend him effectual aid at so critical a period, they presented him with gifts of brass wire and cotton cloth, from the stores in skyd and dobson’s waggons.

the chief expressed his gratitude in glowing terms, and begged the hunters to stay with him for some time. but this they would not do, as it was important to return to the colony, and report what they had seen without delay. notwithstanding their professions of gratitude, however, these rascals stole as many small articles front the waggons as they could lay hands on, and would doubtless have taken all that the hunters possessed, if they had not been impressed by their valour, and by the dreadful firearms which they carried.

this accidental skirmish was the first meeting of the colonists with the fetcani. it was not till two years later that the government felt constrained to take active measures against these savages.

the fetcani, or mantatee hordes, having been driven from their own country by the bloodthirsty zulu chief chaka, had been preying upon other tribes for many years, and at last, in 1827, they precipitated themselves on the tambookies, and afterwards on the galekas, threatening to extirpate these kafirs altogether, or to drive them into the colony as suppliants and beggars. in this extremity the kafir chief hintza urgently craved assistance.

it was granted. a body of the colonists sent out by government, under major dundas of the royal artillery, defeated the warlike fetcani, who were afterwards utterly routed and scattered, and their dreaded power finally annihilated, near the sources of the umtata river, by a body of troops under colonel somerset. hintza’s warriors were present at that affair, to the number of about twenty thousand, and they hovered about during the engagement admiringly, though without rendering assistance. but when the enemy were routed and in confused retreat, they fell upon them, and, despite the remonstrances of the white men, committed the most appalling atrocities, mutilating the dead, and cutting off the arms and legs of the living, in order the more easily to obtain their brass rings and ornaments.

this warlike episode did not, however, affect the general condition of the frontier. the settlers, having overcome the misfortunes of the first years, began to prosper and multiply, troubled a good deal, no doubt, by the thievish propensities of their ungrateful black neighbours, but on the whole enjoying the fruit of their labours in comparative peace for several years.