THE FRINGE-EARED ORYX 



for it, however. We made our way to the bushes 

 nearest the herd; and I tried to align the blurs that 

 represented my sights. At the shot, ineffective, 

 they raced to the right across our front. We laid 

 low. As they had seen nothing they wheeled and 

 stopped after two hundred yards of flight. This 

 shift had brought the light into better position. 

 Once more I could define my sights. From the 

 sitting position I took careful aim at the largest 

 buck. He staggered twenty feet and fell dead. 

 The distance was just 381 paces. This lucky shot 

 was indeed fortunate, for we saw no more fringe- 

 eared oryx. 



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