A Shooting Trip in Northwestern Rhodesia 



and I was afraid to shoot over my pony's head, as 

 he had a nasty way of ducking to the shot, most 

 unpleasant in a country full of holes. For three 

 miles we kept this position, and just when I thought 

 the roan was done my pony gave out after blunder- 

 ing over the earth of an ant wolf, while the roan 

 stopped a quarter of a mile further on. The 

 ponies we had were in good condition, being corn 

 fed, but were not by any means fast. 



A couple of days' trek from here took us well on 

 to the Kafue Flats broad, open plains flooded 

 at certain seasons and covered with the roots of 

 the grass which had recently been, burnt off. As 

 far as the eye could reach, the flats extended in 

 every direction, covered with immense herds of 

 zebra, letchwi and wildebeest, while the ground 

 itself was most excellent for galloping over, as 

 there were no holes or cracks of any kind. 



Camp was made near the only tree for many 

 miles, and in the afternoon I was lucky enough to 

 drop a good wildebeest at long range. The coun- 

 try being perfectly level, stalking was impossible, 

 as was also riding down the game, for as the 

 animal pursued at once made for other herds, we 

 soon had about 5,000 head of zebras, letchwi and 

 wildebeest kicking up such a cloud of ashes from 

 the burnt grass, that I could not see twenty yards. 



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