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him on the fore-leg with a ball from my left barrel as he was 
running, and then jumped on my last remaining pony, — 
which a boy was leading some distance back, — and started 
in pursuit. Just as I was on the point of overtaking him, 
the oryx swerved around, and lowering his horns, made 
a wonderfully swift charge considering that he only had 
three legs to go on. I was so near that I had a narrow 
escape from being injured by the animal, as I could barely 
get my pony to turn quickly enough. Many are the stories 
told by Somalis of exciting adventures some of their people 
have had in hunting oryx on_ horseback, the beasts fre- 
quently transfixing with their bayonet-like horns both 
horse and rider. I have several times been charged my- 
self by a wounded oryx when on foot; but these were 
trifling affairs, as I always had my rifle loaded and ready. 
Prince Boris had a little .303 sporting-rifle that was 
wonderfully effective. A shot from this rifle in the shoul- 
der of an oryx would invariably bring the animal to the 
ground, whereas I have frequently known them to travel 
long distances after having been shot in this spot by a .577 
express. I had many occasions on my journey to bemoan 
the fact that I had not taken a .303 with me. 
After spending four pleasant days together, we said 
good-by to Prince Boris, and started on our journey to 
Bari. Our stop had not only been beneficial to the camels, 
but had done us all good. What a lot we had had to talk 
about! This meeting in the jungle will be remembered by 
us as long as we live. After leaving the “ Bunn” Daga- 
boor, we ascended somewhat into a rough, mountainous 
country, stony and dry, and typical of Somaliland. Oryx, 
zebras, and aoule, or Soemmering’s gazelles, abounded. 
We marched for four days a little south of east, making 
about twelve miles daily. In many places there was green 
grass, and the tugs gave plenty of water. At midday the 
