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"
What
is
it
,
Umbopa
,
son
of
a
fool
?
"
I
shouted
in
Zulu
.
"
It
is
food
and
water
,
Macumazahn
,
"
and
again
he
waved
the
green
thing
.
Then
I
saw
what
he
had
found
.
It
was
a
melon
.
We
had
hit
upon
a
patch
of
wild
melons
,
thousands
of
them
,
and
dead
ripe
.
"
Melons
!
"
I
yelled
to
Good
,
who
was
next
me
;
and
in
another
minute
his
false
teeth
were
fixed
in
one
of
them
.
I
think
we
ate
about
six
each
before
we
had
done
,
and
poor
fruit
as
they
were
,
I
doubt
if
I
ever
thought
anything
nicer
.
But
melons
are
not
very
nutritious
,
and
when
we
had
satisfied
our
thirst
with
their
pulpy
substance
,
and
put
a
stock
to
cool
by
the
simple
process
of
cutting
them
in
two
and
setting
them
end
on
in
the
hot
sun
to
grow
cold
by
evaporation
,
we
began
to
feel
exceedingly
hungry
.
We
had
still
some
biltong
left
,
but
our
stomachs
turned
from
biltong
,
and
besides
,
we
were
obliged
to
be
very
sparing
of
it
,
for
we
could
not
say
when
we
should
find
more
food
.
Just
at
this
moment
a
lucky
thing
chanced
.
Looking
across
the
desert
I
saw
a
flock
of
about
ten
large
birds
flying
straight
towards
us
.
"
Skit
,
Baas
,
skit
!
"
"
Shoot
,
master
,
shoot
!
"
whispered
the
Hottentot
,
throwing
himself
on
his
face
,
an
example
which
we
all
followed
.
Then
I
saw
that
the
birds
were
a
flock
of
pauw
or
bustards
,
and
that
they
would
pass
within
fifty
yards
of
my
head
.
Taking
one
of
the
repeating
Winchesters
,
I
waited
till
they
were
nearly
over
us
,
and
then
jumped
to
my
feet
.
On
seeing
me
the
pauw
bunched
up
together
,
as
I
expected
that
they
would
,
and
I
fired
two
shots
straight
into
the
thick
of
them
,
and
,
as
luck
would
have
it
,
brought
one
down
,
a
fine
fellow
,
that
weighed
about
twenty
pounds
.
In
half
an
hour
we
had
a
fire
made
of
dry
melon
stalks
,
and
he
was
toasting
over
it
,
and
we
made
such
a
feed
as
we
had
not
tasted
for
a
week
.
We
ate
that
pauw
;
nothing
was
left
of
him
but
his
leg-bones
and
his
beak
,
and
we
felt
not
a
little
the
better
afterwards
.
That
night
we
went
on
again
with
the
moon
,
carrying
as
many
melons
as
we
could
with
us
.
As
we
ascended
we
found
the
air
grew
cooler
and
cooler
,
which
was
a
great
relief
to
us
,
and
at
dawn
,
so
far
as
we
could
judge
,
we
were
not
more
than
about
a
dozen
miles
from
the
snow
line
.
Here
we
discovered
more
melons
,
and
so
had
no
longer
any
anxiety
about
water
,
for
we
knew
that
we
should
soon
get
plenty
of
snow
.
But
the
ascent
had
now
become
very
precipitous
,
and
we
made
but
slow
progress
,
not
more
than
a
mile
an
hour
.
Also
that
night
we
ate
our
last
morsel
of
biltong
.
As
yet
,
with
the
exception
of
the
pauw
,
we
had
seen
no
living
thing
on
the
mountain
,
nor
had
we
come
across
a
single
spring
or
stream
of
water
,
which
struck
us
as
very
odd
,
considering
the
expanse
of
snow
above
us
,
which
must
,
we
thought
,
melt
sometimes
.
But
as
we
afterwards
discovered
,
owing
to
a
cause
which
it
is
quite
beyond
my
power
to
explain
,
all
the
streams
flowed
down
upon
the
north
side
of
the
mountains
.
