AFRICAN CAMP FIRES 



watch our quarry, for we were forced to keep our 

 eyes strictly to our way. When finally we emerged 

 from that tumble of rocks, she had disappeared. 



Either she had galloped out over the plains, or 

 she had doubled back to take cover in the ravine. 

 In the latter case she would stand. Our first job, 

 therefore, was to determine whether she had escaped 

 over the open country. To this end we galloped 

 our horses madly in four different directions, push- 

 ing them to the utmost, swooping here and there 

 in wide circles. That was an exhilarating ten minutes 

 until we had surmounted every billow of the plain, 

 spied in all directions, and assured ourselves beyond 

 doubt that she had not run off. The horses fairly 

 flew, spurning the hard sod, leaping the rock dikes, 

 skipping nimbly around the pig holes, turning like 

 cow-ponies under pressure of knee and rein. Finally 

 we drew up, converged, and together jogged our 

 sweating horses back to the ravine. There we 

 learned from the boys that nothing more had been 

 seen of our quarry. 



We dismounted, handed our mounts to their 

 syces, and prepared to make afoot a clean sweep 

 of the wide, shallow ravine. Here was where the 

 dogs came in handy. We left a rear guard of two 

 men, and slowly began our beat. 



The ravine could hardly be called a ravine; rather 



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