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bull’s neck where it had been skinned out. I 
noticed that the vultures gave him a wide berth, 
which was not to be wondered at, for a blow 
from that pickaxe of a beak would have finished 
the gormandizing career of any vulture. Taking 
the camera, I now approached the birds, which 
allowed me to get within about forty yards. 
Then, as I felt I could get no nearer, I took a 
snapshot of the scene, which turned out quite 
a success ! 
I sent out the boys in due course, but they 
could only bring in the meat of the cow, the bull 
being eaten completely. I passed the spot on 
the following day, looking at the carcass of the 
bull. Nothing but skin remained. The foul 
birds had even entered the carcass through the _ 
neck, the skin being gone in places, which was 
probably the work of jackals and hyzenas. 
The next day Weddell and I went out together. 
We had a long walk, but came on but little 
game until the afternoon, when we saw a small 
herd of buffalo feeding. This lot, which con- 
sisted of perhaps fifty head, may have been a 
small bunch of the huge herd, of which we had 
seen nothing more, although we had traversed 
the country for miles round in every direction. 
These buffaloes were splendidly placed for a 
stalk, as there was dense cover all round and close 
to them, and we were enabled to get within 
thirty yards. I had my eight-bore Paradox 
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