Mr. Churchill's Journey 



to Mr. Churchill and me, who sallied forth to- 

 gether, for, with the exception of a tiny herd of 

 tiang, who bolted at sight, we saw no other four- 

 footed quarry. On nearing home, however, we 

 became aware of the presence of thousands of 

 guinea-fowl, and a suggestion that we should try 

 and pick some up with our Mannlicher rifles, 

 using solid bullets, met with due reward and 

 ended in our potting nine. This showed that 

 Mr. Churchill is a good shot, which was amply 

 proved next day when, on our making a fresh 

 excursion in the neighbourhood, we came on a 

 small herd of white-eared cob, which bolted in 

 astonishment as we rounded a corner in the bush. 

 He upped with his rifle and knocked down two 

 stone-dead, right and left, whilst they were going 

 full burst. This was quickly followed by a nice 

 roan bull which we ambushed, and a second also 

 at full speed, right and left again. Not so dusty ! 

 Mr. Churchill had always been a little inclined 

 to hold the big-game shooter up to ridicule, and 

 I well remember on this occasion he flung his 

 rifle down and said, ''Now I begin to see the 

 fascination of the sport ! " He would make a "top- 

 hole " shot if he had the time to spare. Colonel 

 Wilson and the others had also had their fair 

 share as usual, bagging in addition tiang and 

 waterbuck ; so our last two days' shooting in the 

 jungle was well worth the pains that had been 

 taken for us. 



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