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he, according to promise, showed nie a herd of seven 

 waterbuck feeding on some young corn, the property 

 of the chief I made a careful stalk to a large ant- 

 hill, where I found myself within about two hundred 

 yards of them. It was a long shot, and I felt that I 

 was risking my reputation in trying it ; however, it 

 was impossible to get closer, and it was just dusk. 

 They were all females, and two stood side by side in 

 a line, a little nearer than the rest. Putting up the 

 two hundred yards sight, I rested the rifle on the top 

 of the ant-hill, and taking a steady aim, fired. The 

 doe next me rolled over on the spot, and as the herd 

 ran away another of their number pulled up, turned 

 round, and fell also. The bullet had gone quite 

 through one, aijd lodged in the second a little behind 

 the shoulder. My companion, who viewed the sport 

 from a thick bush some way off, came running up, 

 clapping his hands, and salaaming in all sorts of ways, 

 evidently both delighted and surprised. He at once 

 set up a yell, and soon some fifty natives arrived on 

 the spot to carry home the meat. 



On my return to the village I found that Chinsoro 

 had not been idle during ray absence. My bed was 

 made as ordered on the ground near the tree, the 

 mosquito-curtains having been neatly set up on short 

 bamboos. A gun-case lay at the head for a pillow, and 

 a cheerful fire burned close at hand. '* Well, Chin- 

 soro, what have you got for dinner?" asked I. 

 " Please, massa, I buy two chicken and boil 'em. I 

 buy flour and make seema. Now, if massa like, I 

 put pot of English beef on the fire. Then I think 

 massa have plenty !" And so I had a good dinner, 



