On the third morning after their arrival at the Val, they set off, accompanied by the Hottentots, to the plain which they had spoken of; riding through magnificent groups of acacia or camelthorn trees, many of which were covered with the enormous nests of the social grosbeaks.  As they descended to the plain they perceived large herds of brindled gnoos, quaggas, and antelopes, covering the whole face of the country as far as the eye could reach, moving about in masses to and fro, joining each other and separating, so that the whole plain seemed alive with them.

“Is not this splendid?” cried the Major.  “Such a sight is worth all the trouble and labor which we have undergone.  What would they say in England, if they could but behold this scene?”

“There must be thousands and thousands,” said Alexander.  “Tell me, Swinton, what beautiful animals are those of a purple color?”

“They are called the purple sassabys,” replied Swinton; “one of the most elegant of the antelope tribe.”

“And those red and yellow out there?”

“They are the harte beests.  I wish to have male and female specimens of both, if I can.”

“See!” said the Major, “there is a fine flock of ostriches.  We are puzzled where to begin.  Come, we have surveyed the scene long enough; now forward,—­to change it.”

They rode down, and were soon within shot of the animals, and the rifles began their work.  The Hottentots commenced firing from various points, and, alarmed by the report of the guns, the animals now fled away in every direction, and the whole place was one cloud of dust.  Our travelers put their horses to their speed, and soon came up with them again, as their numbers impeded the animals in their flight.  Every shot told, for it was hardly possible to miss; and the Hottentots who followed on foot, put those who were wounded out of their misery.  At last the horses were too fatigued and too much out of wind to continue the pursuit, and they reined up.

“Well, Alexander, this has been sport, has it not?” said the Major.

“Yes, a grand battue, on a grand scale, indeed.”

“There were three animals which you did not observe,” said Swinton; “but it was impossible to get at them, they were so far off; but we must try for them another time.”

“What were they?”

“The elands, the largest of the antelope tribe,” replied Swinton, “and the best eating of them all.  Sometimes they are nineteen hands high at the chest, and will weigh nearly 2,000 lbs.  It has the head of an antelope, but the body is more like that of an ox.  It has magnificent straight horns, but they are not dangerous.  They are easily run down, for, generally speaking, they are very fat and incapable of much exertion.”

“We will look out for them to-morrow,” said the Major.  “See how the vultures are hovering over us; they know there will be bones for them to pick this night.”