220 ADVENTURES IN SOUTH AFRICA. 



uttering a shrill screaming sound as she died, which 

 rhinoceroses invariably do while in the agonies of death. 

 The chase had led me close in along the northern 

 base of a lofty detached mountain, the highest in all that 

 country. This mountain is called by the Bechuanas 

 the Mountain of the Eagles. The eland which I had 

 shot in the morning lay somewhere to the southward 

 of this mountain, but far in the level forest. Having 

 rounded the mountain, I began to recognize the ground, 

 and presently I had the satisfaction to behold a few 

 vultures soaring over the forest in advance, and, on 

 proceeding a short distance further, large groups of 

 these birds were seated on the gray and weather-beaten 

 branches of the loftiest old trees of the forest. This 

 was a certain sign that the eland was not far distant; 

 and on raising my voice and loudly calling on the name 

 of Carollus, I was instantly answered by that individ- 

 ual, who, heedless of his master's fate, was actively 

 employed in cooking for himself a choice steak from 

 the dainty rump of the eland. That night I slept be- 

 neath the blue and starry canopy of heaven. My sleep 

 was light and sweet, and no rude dreams or hankering 

 cares disturbed the equanimity of my repose. 



