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carrion birds, both on trees and in the air, we 

 penetrated a thicket to come upon a full-grown 

 giraffe killed by lions. The claw marks and 

 other indications were indubitable. The carcass 

 had been partly eaten, but was rapidly van- 

 ishing under the attacks of the birds. 



Just before noon we passed Donga Rasha and 

 emerged on the open plains. Here I caught sight 

 of some Roberts' gazelle, a new species to me, and 

 started alone in pursuit. They, as usual, trotted 

 over the nearest rise, so with due precautions I 

 followed after. At the top of that rise I lay still 

 in astonishment. Before me marched solemnly 

 an unbroken single file of game, reaching literally 

 to my limit of vision in both directions. They 

 came over the land swell a mile to my left, and 

 they were disappearing over another land swell 

 a mile and a hah* to my right. It was rigidly 

 single file, except for the young ; the nose of one 

 beast fairly touching the tail of the one ahead, 

 and it plodded along at a businesslike walk. 

 There were but three species represented the gnu, 

 the zebra, and the hartebeeste. I did not see 

 the head of the procession, for it had gone from 

 sight before I arrived ; nor did I ever see the 

 tail of it either, for the safari appearing inop- 

 portunely broke its continuance. But I saw 



