"I take most of those clumps to be blue wildebeest and quacha," he said presently. "When I say ’quacha,’ Guy," he added, "I don’t mean the old Cape Colony, half-striped quagga, which is now quite extinct, but Burchell’s zebra, which the Boers and up-country hunters still always insist on calling quacha. As a matter of fact, the old Dutch hunters called the true quagga ’quacha,’ and Burchell’s zebra ’bonte quacha,’ which latter means ’striped quacha.’ Quacha, by the way, is an old Hottentot word, taken from the neighing call of the animal, which has been corrupted to our English quagga. Well, now, I think I see some other kinds of game, probably eland, hartebeest, or tsesseby--what the Boers call bastard hartebeest--and, I fancy, ostriches. We’ll trek in an hour. The wagon will move along across the plain. Meanwhile we’ll saddle our best ponies, and see if we can’t find a troop of roan antelope or giraffe as we ride through the forest. We’ll go ahead of the wagon. Jan Kokerboom knows the route, straight across the plain for the mountain yonder in the distance. Poeskop can come with us and help spoor. Hi! Poeskop!" he called out. The little Bushman came up. "Ja, baas!" he said, his eyes twinkling with pleasure. "We shall go in front of the wagon, Poeskop," said Mr. Blakeney, "and you can come with us. Take the bay pony, Rooibok; he’ll carry you very well. And mind, if we find _kameel_ [giraffe] you are not to shoot; at all events, until the young baases have each had a fair chance. I want them to shoot a kameel apiece. When they have done that, you and I can join in. Shall we find kameel, think you?" "Ik denk so, baas," answered the Bushman. "I have been out since sun-up in the forest yonder, and I have seen spoor of kameel and rhinoster." "Splendid," said Guy. "Now let’s saddle up and be off." They soon had their ponies ready, and, strapping on their bandoliers, fastened their spurs, took down their rifles from the wagon hooks, mounted, and rode down the hill.