The Major rose and walked round to find the Hottentot who was on that duty, and found him fast asleep.  After sundry kicks in the ribs, the fellow at last woke up.

“Is it your watch?”

“Yaw, Mynher,” replied Big Adam, rolling out of his kaross.

“Well, then, you keep it so well, that you will have no tobacco next time it is served out.”

“Gentlemen all awake and keep watch, so I go to sleep a little,” replied Adam, getting up on his legs.

“Look to your fires, sir,” replied the Major, walking to his wagon.

CHAPTER XXI.

As they fully expected to fall in with a herd of buffaloes as they proceeded, they started very early on the following morning.  They had now the satisfaction of finding that the water was plentiful in the river, and, in some of the large holes which they passed, they heard the snorting and blowing of the hippopotami, to the great delight of the Hottentots, who were very anxious to procure one, being very partial to its flesh.

As they traveled that day, they fell in with a small party of Bushmen; they were shy at first, but one or two of the women at last approached, and receiving some presents of snuff and tobacco, the others soon joined; and as they understood from Omrah and the Hottentots that they were to hunt in the afternoon, they followed the caravan, with the hopes of obtaining food.

They were a very diminutive race, the women, although very well formed, not being more than four feet high.  Their countenances were pleasing,—­that is, the young ones; and one or two of them would have been pretty, had they not been so disfigured with grease and dirt.  Indeed the effluvia from them was so unpleasant, that our travelers were glad that they should keep at a distance; and Alexander said to Swinton, “Is it true that the lion and other animals prefer a black man to a white, as being of a higher flavor, Swinton, or is it only a joke?”

“I should think there must be some truth in the idea,” observed the Major; “for they say that the Bengal tiger will always take a native in preference to a European.”

“It is, I believe, not to be disputed,” replied Swinton, “that for one European devoured by the lion or other animals, he feasts upon ten Hottentots or Bushmen, perhaps more; but I ascribe the cause of his so doing, not exactly to his perceiving any difference in the flesh of a black and white man, and indulging his preference.  The lion, like many other beasts of prey, is directed to his game by his scent as well as by his eye; that is certain.  Now I appeal to you, who have got rid of these Bushmen, and who know so well how odoriferous is the skin of a Hottentot, whether a lion’s nose is not much more likely to be attracted by one of either of these tribes of people, than it would by either you or me.  How often, in traveling, have we changed our position, when the wind has borne down upon us the effluvia of the Hottentot who was driving?—­why that effluvia is borne down with the wind for miles, and is as savory to the lion, I have no doubt, as a beefsteak is to us.”