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the animal, behind a bush, and fired at him with my eight- 
bore, the bullet striking where I had aimed, but the beast 
did not seem to mind the shock at all; he simply threw up 
his ears, and commenced to move slowly away. Again I 
fired at him, hitting him this time also in the chest; but he 
only walked off a little faster. 
We followed him up and shot at him several times, 
Dodson using the .577 and I my eight-bore, pursuing him 
for a long distance till we saw many footprints of natives, 
and I concluded that it would be too dangerous for us to 
go on, as we only had six rifles with us. I heard nothing 
more about that elephant until I had left the country, when 
some natives told me that the beast had been found dead 
a long march from where I had shot it, and that the tusks 
had been stolen. On my way back to camp I caught 
sight of a Waller’s gazelle, and after stalking for some 
time got a running shot at fifty yards, killing the beast 
instantly with a shot between the shoulders. 
I was always pleased to get a Waller’s gazelle, as these 
animals afford excellent sport, having such a very narrow 
body that they present but a small mark to shoot at. 
Their solid reddish-brown color renders them almost invis- 
ible, and at the same time they are exceedingly shy, and 
almost always keep to the bushes. 
The next morning the twenty men I had sent out with 
Salan came marching along, singing at the top of their 
voices, and driving a great drove of fine camels before 
them. They also had with them three prisoners. Salan 
told me he had followed one of the guides the day before 
till he came to a lot of villages from which the animals 
had been driven away, and that he had then tracked these 
animals all night, finally coming upon a herd of the finest 
lot of camels he had ever seen. There were a good many 
natives with the camels, with whom Salan tried to make 
