Hunting at High Altitudes 



said there were a few sable antelopes. This 

 meant traveling by day, and the oxen suffered 

 from the heat, as they were very weak from feed- 

 ing on the young grass which was springing up 

 after the old grass was burned. As usual, we were 

 out early next morning, and soon found an old 

 roan bull standing on the open plain, which 

 stretched, with only a few bushes, from here to 

 the Kafue River. Luckily, some large ant hills 

 gave us the means of getting within range, when 

 a well-placed shot dropped him where he stood. 

 Leaving a boy to keep off the vultures, we sent 

 another into camp with the head, telling him to 

 send out for the meat, while we rode on to look 

 for more game. 



A couple of eland cows soon showed up, and as 

 one had a, very good head, I galloped after her, 

 only to find it a very different matter from riding 

 into a heavy bull. The chase had been in a large 

 semicircle, and by the time I came to terms with 

 her she was heading for the place I had killed the 

 roan, and I let her gallop on for a mile or so, drop- 

 ping her within a few hundred yards of the first 

 animal, much to the surprise and delight of the 

 boy on guard. Taking only the head, we gave the 

 carcass to the people of the kraal near which we 

 were camped, and that evening Finaughty called 



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