126 THE REDISCOVERED COUNTRY 



with quite a different head. When in a herd with the 

 ordinary Coke's hartebeeste he is easily distinguished. 

 And believe me, he is shy! Where everything else is 

 tame he is most difficult to approach. He evidently 

 does not take anything for granted nor believe what 

 other animals tell him. Wariness is evidently the nature 

 of the beast. 



After taking my pictures I cautiously laid down the 

 camera and dropped one at 242 yards. He got to his 

 feet, and I laid him down again. Off went every- 

 body, of course. I held absolutely motionless, and, as 

 often happens, many beasts did not locate me, and 

 came circling back. Among them were two Nakuru. 

 I sat perfectly still for a long time, and at last they 

 fed within range. Missed first shot at 262 yards, but 

 got into the shoulder before they went. A raking shot 

 finished. Very much pleased with the acquisition of 

 these specimens, I sent to camp for porters, and set 

 about taking trophies. While doing so three marabout 

 showed up. I fired three shots, and got two. A herd 

 of zebra ran over the hill ahead of the porters and 

 stopped within fifty yards of me. How they did go 

 when they got my wind! 



On the way to camp had the luck to find a small 

 herd of Nakuru hartebeeste asleep behind cover, and 

 actually got close-range pictures of this shy beast. 



Spent the afternoon labelling specimens, writing, 

 etc., as for some days my ankle has been so bad that I 



