A Day on the German Boundary 



one hundred and two hundred miles apart and 

 more. I will say this chiefly seems to be 

 the case with antelopes rather than other game, 

 and at the same time by no means holds with 

 single or solitary animals who have been chucked 

 out by their former friends and have no further 

 aim or object in life than to "eat, drink, and 

 be merry," according to their own individual 

 lights. 



To return to my "moutons." That Grant was 

 rather a brute and led me no end of a dance, but 

 I secured him in the end by working him down 

 amongst some bushes and then bluffing him that 

 I was behind one certain bush when I wasn't. It 

 was an amusing and interesting stalk, and goes 

 to prove that by taking trouble and sparing no 

 pains anything that is worth while doing is worth 

 doing well — very well indeed. 



On we went, and just before sunset — the sun 

 always sets about six o'clock on the Equator — we 

 spotted a marabou stork hovering over the de- 

 funct carcase of this morning's ostrich, which had 

 been skinned by the porters to save them carrying 

 home "overweight." Being in tremendous form 

 in the shooting line from the day's experience, I 

 thought I would start in at him. A marabou must 

 be chanced at about two hundred yards, and he 

 is not such a very big mark at that when all 

 is said and done. However, being comparatively 

 fresh, lying at full length on my "bread-basket" 



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