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for endless miles and fills the heart with hatred 

 and despair. Presently the gazelle bunch and 

 look towards the hills. They are tired of seeing 

 three ugly humans riding alongside of them. 

 They take the new line, and we swing round and 

 do likewise. We might have taken cover directly 

 they were turned, but it is safest in the long run 

 to make the manosuvre twice or even three times 

 to make sure of their true line. It is now evident 

 their line is the dakk, for we have not gone a 

 quarter of a mile in the new direction before they 

 are round again. We follow, and this time we 

 are near to losing them, as we do not get on terms 

 with them again till they have gone two or three 

 miles. The next time they turn, my wife and I 

 slip off our horses the far side, without stopping, 

 and, giving the reins to Ibrahim, walk concealed 

 to the next big tuft of the low heather-like shrub 

 with which the plain is sprinkled. Here we drop 

 like stones and let Ibrahim and his led horses get 

 a hundred yards away before we stir a limb, for 

 our tuft is no real concealment. Then we get 

 our glasses out, elbows in the sand, and keep a 

 sharp look-out. 



From our lowly position, flat as nature will 

 allow, we find that the plain has undulations that 

 were imperceptible when we were riding. Thus, 

 though we can observe the ground for miles to- 



