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series of yelling, and I made up my mind that the 

 hmiter chief had bagged the wounded doe. While 

 skinning the buck, and when I had nearly completed 

 that work, another shot burst upon my ears, and 

 again the wild yells of this half man half demon fol- 

 lowed the report : he seemed closer now than when 

 he fired last. I finished my work, and after waiting 

 some minutes in the hope that he would return, I gave 

 a shrill whistle. Scarcely had I taken my fingers from 

 my mouth when bang went another shot in the jungle, 

 within a hundred yards of me ; this not followed by 

 the usual yells, but by a series of " cooees!" and an 

 odd whistle. There was no doubt that the game was 

 bagged. I was soon on the spot, and found, as I ex- 

 pected, he had killed the doe. 



It was now nearly dark, and taking as much meat 

 as we could, we turned towards camp. On the way 

 home I questioned my fellow-sportsman on the ex- 

 traordinarily noisy way he followed up his wounded 

 game ; and he informed me that whenever he wound- 

 ed an animal, he always ran and shouted after it to 

 make it go quickly, and if it was badly wounded it 

 would soon become tired and lie down, and he never 

 lost sight of the footprints. He only shouted a little 

 at first, and then followed it up quietly. This seem- 

 ed a very plausible idea, and in this instance it cer- 

 tainly had proved successful. '' You must come,'' he 

 said, " and shoot elephants to-morrow. It's a long 

 way, but we are sure to find." This I promised 

 to do, and I kept my word. By agreement I call- 

 ed at his village, about a mile and a half north 

 of Mapoonda, at daylight. He was ready, and, ac- 



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