Photograph made in 1910, not far from the place on the Tana River where I found the herd of 
five hundred, four years earlier. 
that enabled me to look over the top of 
the bush. About fifty yards ahead I 
could see some fifty buffalo lined up in a 
little open patch looking back on their 
trail. As I was perched in the tree en- 
deavoring to pick out a desirable animal, 
I suddenly discovered a lone old bull 
buffalo coming from the bush almost 
directly underneath me, sniffing and 
snuffng this way and _ that. 
slowly, very cautiously he passed around 
the tree, then back to the waiting herd, 
when they all resumed their stampede 
and made good their escape for the day. 
One morning I came in sight of the 
herd just as it was entering the thorn 
bush and followed hurriedly on the trail, 
until just at the edge of the jungle I hap- 
pened to catch sight of the two black 
hoofs of an old cow behind the low- 
hanging foliage. I stopped, expecting a 
charge. After a few moments I backed 
slowly away until I reached a tree where 
I stopped to wait developments. Stoop- 
ing down I could see the buffalo’s nose 
and black beady eyes as she stood mo- 
tionless. The rest of the herd had gone 
on out of hearing and I think she was 
Very 
Probably a part of the original herd that had been split off 
quite alone in her proposed attack. 
After a few moments, apparently realiz- 
ing that her plan had failed, she turned 
about and followed the herd, moving 
very quietly at first, then breaking into 
a gallop. 
On the following day we came up again 
with the herd toward evening in the same 
region. As we first saw them they were 
too far away for us to choose and shoot 
with certainty. We managed to crawl 
to a fair-sized tree midway between us 
and the herd, and from the deep branches 
picked out the young herd bull of the 
group. When we had shot and he had 
disappeared into the bush, a calf accom- 
panied by its mother gave us a fleeting 
glimpse of itself, with the result that we 
added the calf to our series. 
The herd disappeared into the bush 
and after a few minutes we descended 
from our perch and inspected the calf, 
then started off in the direction the 
wounded bull had taken, and found him 
lying dead just a few yards away. 
This completed the series much to our 
great joy, for by this time we were thor- 
oughly tired of buffalo-hunting. It had 
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