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he was going to see. As landmark we steered 

 by a good-sized butte named Donga Rasha. 



Memba Sasa and I marched ahead on foot. 

 In this thin scrub we got glimpses of many beasts. 

 At one time we were within fifty yards of a 

 band of magnificent eland. By fleeting glimpses 

 we saw also many wildebeeste and zebra, with 

 occasionally one of the smaller grass antelope. 

 Finally, in an open glade we caught sight of 

 something tawny showing in the middle of a 

 bush. It was too high off the ground to be a 

 buck. We sneaked nearer. At fifty yards we 

 came to a halt, still puzzled. Judging by its 

 height and colour, it should be a lion, but try as 

 we Would we could not make out what part of 

 his anatomy was thus visible. At last I made 

 up my mind to give him a shot from the Spring- 

 field, with the *405 handy. At the shot the 

 tawny patch heaved and lay still. We manoeu- 

 vred cautiously, and found we had killed 

 stone dead not a lion, but a Bohur reed-buck 

 lying atop an ant hill concealed in the middle 

 of the bush. This accounted for its height 

 above the ground. As it happened, I very much 

 wanted one of these animals as a specimen, so 

 everybody was satisfied. 



Shortly after, attracted by a great concourse of 



