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crack of the big bull-whip, started them toward 

 home. They needed no guiding when once 

 headed toward the kraal, and, as their normal 

 gait was not much more than a mile and a half 

 an hour, I seated myself on the stones and put 

 in the time gazing at the scenery. 



"About half-way between the quarry and 

 our tent was a mass of rocks and boulders on 

 the hillside, many of them the size of a house. 

 These crags were the home of a little band of 

 klipspringers that I had discovered soon after 

 our arrival in the country, and we had decided 

 to protect them as much as possible, for it was 

 a pleasure to watch them scampering about the 

 rocks. For want of something better to do, I 

 began to scan the crags in hope of seeing some 

 of the tiny antelope at play. And, sure enough, 

 there they were, eight of them, some feeding 

 quietly in the grass-plots among the rocks, 

 others standing like statues on the tops of 

 boulders, gazing at me. 



" Suddenly two of them took to their feet and 

 bounded up the rocks with remarkable agility 

 and the rest quickly followed. When well in 

 the cliffs they stopped on points of vantage and 

 looked down at something a little to their right. 



