CHAPTER XII 



August 3 1 . — Took a walk with Cuninghame, who was 

 very keen to see the real Nakuru hartebeeste in the flesh. 

 We saw plenty of other game, but found our beasts only 

 after a long walk, six of them, looking ghost-like and 

 as though on stilts. As usual, they were very shy. 

 Repeated stalks brought me only within long range. 

 Here I wounded one. There followed a long chase 

 over the hills and into the burned country — I slipping 

 along under whatever cover there was, trying to keep 

 concealed; and the hartebeeste always taking alarm 

 just before the favourable moment. Missed three times 

 at long range; then landed the animal stone dead at 

 411 yards. Tied my handkerchief to his horns and 

 slipped after the others. They were at this point 

 joined by a second lot of a dozen or more. Through 

 the thin bush managed to get a doe at 200 yards, and 

 another at 160. These three specimens were most in- 

 teresting. The first buck was clear Nakuru, light in 

 colour, long of leg, and small in body, with the long 

 horn base and the converging points to the horns. 

 The first doe was as plainly a hybrid with Coke's harte- 

 beeste. The second doe was a good mate to the buck. 



Of course I had long since lost track of Cuninghame 



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