low?"

"Yes," said Mr Rogers quietly; and he longed to go himself and bring
down a good fat buck for the replenishment of the larder; but the
expedition was for his sons, and he gave place to them. "Now, Dick," he
continued, "here is a chance for you to try and stalk one of those
hartebeestes; or better still, a nice fat antelope. Pick out one with a
fine head of horns, and then aim straight at the shoulder, and be sure
and bring him down."

"At what distance would you fire, father?" asked Dick.

"I'd get as close as I could, my boy, but I'd fire at six or seven
hundred yards sooner than miss a shot. Now go!"

Dick crept off, his father giving him a warning word about not losing
his way, but to impress the land-marks upon his memory, so as to
recognise them if he went astray.

As he disappeared down the valley side of the slope, Mr Rogers turned
to Jack.

"Well, my boy, would you like a try as well?"

Jack's whole face, as well as his tongue, said yes, and Mr Rogers
smilingly pointed down into the valley, in the other direction.

"Be careful," he said, "and don't fire either in our direction or in
your brother's, for a rifle-bullet flies far."

"All right, father," cried Jack; and he too crept down the slope from
bush to bush, to try and stalk one of the bok that came nearest to the
clump of wood upon his right.

"So this is the game country?" said Mr Rogers.

"Yes, boss, this the game country, but only bit outside. I show you big
game yet--elephant, lion, all the big animal, only wait."

Mr Rogers was ready to set self aside in every way in his efforts to
educate his sons, so he took out his glass and sat down beside the
General, watching the various herds of wild animals in the glowing
morning light, and thinking how grateful he ought to be to see his boys
daily growing in health, strength, and confidence. For it was
unmistakable; Dick, the weak, half-consumptive lad, was altering
rapidly, and the anxious father's heart rejoiced as the dark shadow that
had hovered over his life seemed to be chased away.

As he sat there thinking, and bringing his glass to bear upon the
various herds, while waiting for them to take the alarm, he could not
help feeling that Dick and Jack were managing uncommonly well to have
gone on so long without alarming the game. It showed thoughtfulness,
and ability in the hunter's craft; not, of course, that he wished them
to turn out hunters, but he believed in thoroughness