Vultures and Adjutant Bird 
to me, and fired again. The bullet went truly, 
hitting a cow low in the throat; she dropped 
at once to the shot. I then got up, Cooe, who 
had been in hiding, joining me. On opening the 
bull, I found that the bullet had penetrated 
both lungs, mushrooming, and remained against 
the skin on the other side. The cow I hit through 
the heart, which was somewhat of a lucky shot. 
The bull’s horns were an excellent pair, and I 
was delighted with the head, for I had not killed 
one of these long-faced, weird-looking animals 
before. I cut off the heads and neck-skins and 
prepared to leave the spot. Cooe was carrying 
amongst other things my camera. I meant to 
send out ten or twelve boys to bring in all the 
meat they could carry, and to tell a local chief, 
whose kraal we had passed earlier in the day, 
that he could have what remained. When I fired 
the shots I did not see a vulture anywhere, but 
within five minutes after the bull was dead 
they came dropping from the clouds and appar- 
ently from nowhere, some taking stand on an old 
dead tree some hundreds of yards off, whilst 
others were on the ground in the near vicinity. 
After leaving the kills I retraced my steps after 
having gone perhaps a hundred yards, and in 
that short space of time both animals were 
black with vultures—there must have been 
over a hundred of them. There was, too, a huge 
old adjutant bird, who was getting busy on the 
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