The Kafue River 



the previous day. The Kafue is really a very big 

 river, but owing to the dry weather it appeared 

 small enough. It is a great resort of elephants, but 

 I could gather no news or find any tracks of them. 

 The crossing of the river was wet work, notwith- 

 standing its low level. I saw a big water-buck on 

 the other side, and I was stalking the beast nicely, 

 when my orderly, as usual, not knowing what I 

 was about, came running up and frightened it away. 

 I was very annoyed, as I wanted a trophy badly. 



I pitched my camp near the river, and in the 

 afternoon went out to look for a cobus buck. The 

 ground was very open and flat. I met with no 

 success. I then asked my orderly to show me how 

 a native would stalk a beast. He went off and 

 walked straight up to one behind a tree, and 

 without the least difficulty got within twelve yards 

 of it. I believe the beast was spellbound with 

 fright, especially as my orderly, who was painfully 

 ugly, kept his eyes glued on the buck the whole 

 time. 



I accordingly got up early the next day, and 

 profiting by his lesson, I walked right out into the 

 open to some cover within one hundred and fifty 

 yards of where I could see a buck feeding. Sure 

 enough, he saw me, and stood there in wondrous 

 amazement while I potted him. He was a fin^e old 

 hand, too. I sent back two porters to bring him in 

 to camp, as food for the porters, not that they 

 deserved it, for they had recently done little but 

 grumble. I rather suspected the cook, whose 



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