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of the wounded animal while he was yet alive. The 
hyenas did not flee, but snarled so ferociously that I 
thought it best to fire at them at once. 
My boy Abdi, who alone had followed me, vowed that 
the beasts were about to charge us. My first shot struck 
one in the shoulder and sent him away howling; but 
the rest still seemed on the point of charging, a few 
of them actually coming toward me growling. Two 
more shots, that knocked over as many hyenas, caused 
the rest of the pack to turn tail; but they did not get 
away before a fourth had received a bullet somewhere 
in his body that sent him whirling around biting himself. 
Imagine my surprise now in seeing the hartebeest get 
up and start to walk, after pounds of meat had been 
torn from his back. A bullet for the hartebeest and 
two more for a couple of wounded hyenas made my 
score for the first half-hour’s hunt five hyenas and two 
hartebeests. 
Two more of my boys now came up, and told me there 
were many natives sneaking about the bushes in their 
war-paint ; but I did not pay much attention to this news, 
as a lion had just started roaring about a mile off. After 
we had gone, however, a short distance toward the 
lion, a crowd of natives appeared, armed with spears 
and bows and arrows, and painted from head to foot 
in red and white stripes. They probably were pre- 
pared for war, but did not wish to begin it themselves ; 
for when I pointed to where the dead hartebeest lay, 
they immediately ran off to it and began cutting it up. 
Still it is difficult to know what a native intends doing, 
and as we had at the time only three rifles with us, and 
a small collecting-gun, we did not feel absolutely safe. I 
hunted for the lion for a while, but as my boys were 
constantly vowing that. they saw natives creeping after 
