*A Shooting Trip in Northzvestern Rhodesia 



him, while I fired a couple of shots. For three 

 hours he galloped around us, sometimes on the 

 ground, more often in the air, but all the time so 

 plain that I could see each pony rise and fall in 

 his stride, and knew that Finaughty had changed 

 on to my pony. At last he found us, and getting on 

 our ponies, we gave them their heads for camp, an 

 experiment I had often tried before. So well did 

 they know where the wagon was, although we had 

 only been there two days, that the big tree ap- 

 peared exactly between my pony's ears, and this 

 after he had been galloped back and forth all 

 morning. 



After I had shot four good letchwi heads, we 

 traveled for a couple of days up the Kafue River, 

 making camp under some big fig trees on a high 

 bank, while the plain behind us was covered with 

 the largest ant hills I have ever seen, many of 

 them over twelve feet high. On the way, we 

 stopped over a day near a large native village, 

 where I shot several duikers, a small buck weigh- 

 ing about thirty pounds ; and I may say here that I 

 took a very unfair advantage of them. The bush 

 around the village swarmed with duikers, which 

 were hunted a good deal by natives armed with 

 spears, and I suppose the little buck preferred 

 this to being hunted by the cat tribe further away. 



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