ACROSS THE THIRST 



size of our caribou, built on the general specifications 

 of a hartebeeste, but with the most beautiful iri- 

 descent plum-coloured coats. This quartette was 

 very wild. I made three separate stalks on them, 

 but the best I could do was 360 paces, at which 

 range I missed. 



Finally we surmounted the last low swell to look 

 down a wide and sloping plain to the depression in 

 which flowed the principal river of these parts, the 

 Southern Guaso Nyero. Beyond it stretched the 

 immense oceanlike plains of the Loieta, from which 

 here and there rose isolated hills, very distant, like 

 lonseome ships at sea. A little to the left, also very 

 distant, we could make out an unbroken blue range 

 of mountains. These were our ultimate destination. 



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