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another hartebeest that was galloping away by itself 

 some hundred and fifty yards off. 



Fancying the animal appeared to have been hit, I 

 took up its tracks, and a large drop of blood on the 

 hard ground soon showed me that my surmise was 

 correct. Moloka and I went in pursuit. After a 

 long and somewhat tedious track of an hour, we saw 

 the animal walking quietly along in front of us. It 

 seemed very much done up, and I looked upon its 

 recovery as a certainty ; but on trying to get near it, 

 the wary animal " twigged " me, and, galloping off, 

 was out of sight in a minute. Nothing daunted, we 

 continued on its tracks. This spurt seemed to have told 

 on the now fast-sinking antelope, for in less than ten 

 minutes we again viewed it standing under a tree, 

 broadside on, about eighty yards off, its head hanging 

 low. A steady shot put an end to its pain, and 

 thinking that three hartebeest were a fair morning's 

 sport, I made up my mind to send one man quickly 

 into camp for porters to take the meat, while I should 

 myself return and superintend the breaking up of the 

 establishment. 



Accordingly Chippootoola was despatched to camp. 

 Had I not been pledged to Moloka to kill all the 

 meat I could for him while out, I would not have 

 cared to slay these animals in such a reckless w^ay. 

 Every particle of meat was carefully preserved, and 

 sent home to the villagers. Moloka said he and his 

 people wanted meat badly, and that when I go he 

 will have no one to procure it for them. The meat, 

 when dried and preserved by them, keeps along time. 



