Hunting at High Altitudes 



least twelve feet below the surrounding country, 

 we walked quietly along about one hundred yards 

 in front of the beaters, Finaughty on one bank, 

 myself on the other, firing at the buck as they 

 raced up the river bed or left the stream to cut 

 across a bend to another part higher up. Our 

 bag was five bucks we could have killed many 

 more if we had wished most of which fell to 

 Finaughty, who, armed with my little double 303, 

 made splendid practice of those fast-moving ani- 

 mals. The bushbuck, to my mind, is by far the 

 most sporting of the smaller antelope, carrying a 

 great deal of lead and charging when cornered, 

 while their sharp horns are not to be despised. 

 The native women would not eat the meat for fear 

 of becoming barren. 



One day while at this camp we tried to gallop 

 up to a herd of roan, which were feeding with 

 some zebra on a large open plain, and getting as 

 near them as we could, we let the ponies gallop 

 after them at almost top speed. At the start the 

 zebra and roan kept together, but before a mile 

 was past the zebra were done, letting me gallop 

 through them without much trouble; but it was a 

 different matter with the roan. Although I got 

 within twenty yards of the largest bull, I could not 

 get alongside him as he galloped with open mouth, 



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