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around my watch chain where I wore it for several 
years. Had my koodoo passed between those bushes, 
the web would, I knew, have been his necklace in- 
stead of my watch charm. 
After following instinctively for two or three miles, 
I came to the top of a ridge which looked down across 
a ravine 500 to 600 yards wide. I crawled to the 
edge and looked over carefully, hoping to see my 
prey, but as I saw nothing I decided to get up and 
either scare him or give up the chase. As I stood 
up I saw him halfway across the ravine a little more 
than 300 yards away. When I rose, he began to run 
in the opposite direction. I had little chance of hit- 
ting him and so I fired at the rocks on the other side 
of the ravine. The wind was blowing from him to me 
and I did not know how distinctly he couid hear the 
rifle, but there was no doubt about his hearing the 
rocks clatter down where the bullets struck. He 
stopped abruptly, listening, and as he did so I lay 
down and rested my rifle on the rocks. He was 
pausing behind a candelabra euphorbia so that I 
could see nothing but his head. I took careful aim 
and fired. A fraction of a second after the shot, when 
I had recovered from the kick of the rifle and had 
focussed my eyes on the spot, the koodoo was no- 
where in sight. When I reached the euphorbia, he 
lay there dead. I looked him over to find where the 
bullet had hit him but found ne sign of it. I turned 
him over and looked at his other side with no better 
results except that I found a few drops of blood. On 
further search I discovered that the bullet had gone 
