Shot at the Leader 



to examine the solidity of the ant-heaps and to 

 measure the heights of the trees. Next your 

 hunter having located the beasts points with his 

 finger in their direction. By this time you really 

 have to pull yourself together. At last you view 

 them yourself. Then you forget about everything 

 in the exciting pleasure of the fight, which culmin- 

 ating perhaps in your success and victory, leads 

 your spirits up to giddy and almost paradisical 

 heights of happiness and content. After which, 

 tired to death, you wend your way back to camp 

 to enjoy a well-earned bath and meal. You follow 

 this up by a glorious natural sleep, and in your 

 dreams you do the day's deeds all over again. 



To continue with the day's adventures: after 

 following my guide through what seemed to me an 

 interminable maze, he at last beckoned me to go 

 forward whilst he dropped behind, and I found we 

 had arrived at the outskirts of the forest, and right 

 up against the herd. The guide had done his work 

 well. The herd was a very numerous one, so I 

 determined on bagging one good head at least. 

 The only difficulty now was the height of the 

 grasses in which they were grazing. Whilst I 

 delayed behind the cover of a solitary bush, the 

 herd evidently became uneasy, and started to move 

 off. Without an instant's hesitation I aimed at 

 the leader. He stampeded away, leading the 

 remainder in full flight right across our front. 

 Becoming rather flurried, I fired at a second, but 

 he did not afford too easy a target, and I only 



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