BUCK-SHOOTING IN THE MAIRWAERA 31 



one time I thought they would never get us, and 

 their additional load of a buck and two chikara, 

 through the heavy sand which lay between us and 

 the high-road. When we got home it was long 

 after dinner-time, but these are the minor annoyances 

 that the sportsman has to put up with. Indeed, 

 the next time we went out we fared much worse, 

 for no sooner had we got to our shooting-ground 

 than the most terrific dust-storm I have ever seen 

 came on. For some hours we wandered on, having 

 utterly lost our way among the blinding sand, and 

 when we did get home we were as black as the 

 buck we had not seen. 



