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mapped. Same character of country. Killed a good 

 warthog on the run at sixty yards, and missed a good 

 impalla, just at noon, at about 100 yards. Beat many 

 dongas and counted 1,539 head of game before nine 

 this morning. Then quit: too much work. Sun very 

 strong. Determined this as a cracking game country ; 

 mapped it carefully. Easy to get lost, as the twist of 

 the country is peculiar, and there are no local land- 

 marks. 



Ten and a half hours; 24! miles; morning, 56; noon, 

 100; night (?). 



August 30. — Got results on our lion bait — in the 

 shape of eleven hyenas and a leopard! The latter 

 leaped into the top of a low tree — a fine silhouette 

 against a saffron dawn. He looked at us, leaped do\\Ti 

 again, and disappeared before I could get a shot. The 

 hyenas were of all sorts — big, little, and medium; red, 

 gray, and brown. They vanished sullenly, at the last 

 moment. 



We then swung on a circle toward our base camp at 

 the foot of the hill. Across the valley saw a rhino 

 browsing. Slung the .405 over my shoulder, took the 

 camera, left the men squatted, and sneaked down on 

 him. A little ravine lay between me and him, and I 

 took two at twenty-five yards across this. Then I let 

 myself down into the ravine, raised myself with great 

 caution on the other side — and found myself so close to 

 him that I could not get him all in. Waited patiently 



