herself up again she cantered off slowly. Her 

 body was all bunched up and she was pitching 

 greatly, and her hind legs kept flying out in 

 irregular kicks, much as you may see a horse kick 

 out when a blind fly is biting him. 



There was no time for a second shot and we started 

 off in hot pursuit ; and fifty yards further on where 

 there was a clear view I saw that the koodoo was 

 going no faster than an easy canter, and Jock was close 

 behind. 



Whether he was misled by the curious action, and 

 believed there was a broken leg to grip, or was simply 

 over bold, it is impossible to know. Whatever the 

 reason, he jumped for one of the hind legs, and at the 

 same moment the koodoo lashed out viciously. One 

 foot struck him under the jaw close to the throat, 

 ' whipped ' his head and neck back like a bent switch, 

 and hurled him somersaulting backwards. 



I have the impression as one sees oneself in a night- 

 mare of a person throwing up his arms and calling 

 the name of his child as a train passed over it. 



Jock lay limp and motionless, with the blood oozing 

 from mouth, nose, and eyes. I recollect feeling for 

 his heart-beat and breath, and shaking him roughly 

 and calling him by name ; then, remembering the 

 pool near by, I left him in the shade of a tree, filled 

 my hat with water, ran back again and poured it 

 over him and into his mouth, shaking him again to 

 rouse him, and several times pressing his sides 

 bellows fashion in a ridiculous effort to 

 restore breathing. 



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