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I think, " creased " by too high a shot. Cer- 

 tainly he was not much injured ; but certainly 

 he got a big shock to start with. 



The little herd had gone on. I got down and 

 crawled on hands and knees in the thick grass. 

 It was slow work, and I had to travel by land- 

 marks. When I finally reckoned I had about 

 reached the proper place, I stood up suddenly, 

 my rifle at ready. So dense was the cover and 

 so still the air that I had actually crawled right 

 into the middle of the band ! While we were cut- 

 ting up the meat the sun broke through strongly. 



Therefore the wagon started on up the Mau 

 at six o'clock. Twelve hours later we followed. 

 The fine drizzle had set in again. We were very 

 glad the wagon had taken advantage of the brief 

 dry time. 



From the top of the sheer rise we looked back 

 for the last time over the wonderful panorama 

 of the Rift Valley. Before us were wide rounded 

 hills covered with a scattered small growth that 

 in general appearance resembled scrub oak. It 

 sloped away gently until it was lost in mists. 

 Later, when these cleared, we saw distant blue 

 mountains across a tremendous shallow basin. 

 We were nearly on a level with the summit of 

 Suswa itself, nor did we again drop much below 



