Hunting in Many Lands 



easily and murmured " Mr. Dawnay." This 

 young Englishman had been killed by buffalo 

 in the bush but four months before. However, 

 two of my men volunteered to follow me, so I 

 set out on the track of the herd. 



This bush in which the buffalo live is not 

 more than ten feet high, is composed of a net- 

 work of branches and is covered with shiny 

 green leaves; it has no thorns. Here and 

 there one will meet with a stunted acacia, 

 which, as if to show its spite against its more 

 attractive neighbors, is clothed with nothing 

 but the sharpest thorns. The buffalo, from 

 constant wandering among the bush, have 

 formed a perfect maze of paths. These trails 

 are wide enough under foot, but meet just over 

 one's shoulders, so that it is impossible to 

 maintain an upright position. The paths run 

 in all directions, and therefore one cannot see 

 far ahead. Were it not for the fact that here 

 and there — often 200 feet apart, however — 

 are small open patches, it would be almost 

 useless to enter such a fastness. These open 

 places lure one on, as from their edges it is 

 often possible to get a good shot. Once 

 started, we took up the path which showed 

 the most and freshest spoor, and, stooping low, 



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