THE LARGER EAST AFRICAN ANTELOPES 



among the bush and high grass. The rest of us made a 

 bee-hne for the river, so as to be ready on the other side, 

 should the antelope return, as I had calculated. As quickly 

 as I could with my wounded leg, we went down to the 

 stream, which we immediately crossed. After having ar- 

 rived on the other side, I left a string of men from the 

 river up to a thick clump of bushes, some two hundred 

 yards away from the water, where I sat down to watch 

 developments. 



Everything worked to perfection and exactly as I had 

 calculated. The two runners had arrived just in time to 

 turn the roan antelope back again, and as they, strangely 

 enough, strictly obeyed instructions, and only walked 

 slowly down without making any noise, the antelope sim- 

 ply strolled back in the same direction in which he had 

 come up. I had only watched from behind the bushes 

 for some four to five minutes, when my gun bearer first 

 spied the antelope, and whispering " Anakuja " ("He 

 comes "), pointed out the beautiful roan corjiing leisurely 

 along at some seventy-five to eighty yards distance. 



First taking a couple of snap shots, which unfortunately 

 afterwards turned out to be too " thin," the light not be- 

 ing strong enough for so rapid exposures, I brought the 

 animal down to his knees with a bullet from the 1 1 milli- 

 meter Mauser. Thinking that the roan now was too badly 

 wounded to be able to escape, I exchanged the gun for 

 the camera and cautiously walked toward the wounded 

 antelope, the gun bearer, of his own accord, following very 

 closely with the rifle. I had only gone a few yards, when 

 the antelope suddenly jumped up and ran away, but after 

 a few seconds stopped again and sank to his knees. Ad- 



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