A Shooting Trip in Northwestern Rhodesia 



my attention to the long line of women, some with 

 babies on their backs, bringing in the meat. All 

 were singing, and everybody was carrying at least 

 three times as much as when with groans they 

 carried meat in for us. 



Another trek took us into the sable country, but 

 unfortunately the cold wind of the past few days, 

 combined with the hot sun, brought on a fever, so 

 it was a week before I was about. At last I could 

 stand camp no longer, and although rather shaky, 

 we decided to spend the day among some big trees 

 which we saw on a ridge about six miles* away. 

 Just before we reached them, however, a sable 

 bull got up not one hundred yards away, standing 

 broadside until I rolled off my pony and took a 

 shot. Down he went, but getting up again, went 

 away very sick. As I was still weak, I gave my 

 rifle to Finaughty, telling him to finish him, which 

 he did in a short time, as he found him too badly 

 wounded to get up. He was a magnificent animal, 

 the upper parts jet black with pure white beneath, 

 and better still, a really good set of horns 46^ 

 inches in length. 



At this camp we got a day's good bushbuck 

 shooting in the bed of a river, now almost dry, 

 with water every mile or so in pools. Putting a 

 few boys in the bed of the stream, which was at 



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