THE LESSER KUDU 



If his scouting showed him nothing, he might throw 

 off suspicion. After ten minutes I crept forward 

 again. The spoor showed my surmises to be correct, 

 for I came to where the animal had turned, behind 

 a small bush, and had stood for a few minutes. 

 Taking up the tracks from this point I was delighted 

 to find that the kudu had forgotten its fear, and was 

 browsing. At the end of five minutes more of very 

 careful work, I was fortunate enough to see it, 

 feeding from the top of a small bush thirty-five 

 yards away. The raking shot from the Springfield 

 dropped it in its tracks. 



It proved to be a doe, a great prize of course, but 

 not to be compared with the male. We skinned 

 her carefully, and moved on, delighted to have the 

 species. 



Our luck was not over, however. At the end of 

 six hours we picked our camp in a pretty grove by 

 the swift-running stream. There we sat down to 

 await the safari. The treetops were full of both 

 the brown and blue monkeys, baboons barked at 

 us from a distance, the air was musical with many 

 sweet birds. Big thunder clouds were gathering 

 around the horizon. 



The safari came in. Mohamet immediately sought 

 us out to report, in great excitement, that he had 

 seen five kudu across the stream. He claimed to 



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