288 THE BLESS-BOCK. 



None is left in the jungle. Often while up the coun- 

 try Moloka would say — 



" By-and-by, go Chibisa, then Moloka get plenty 

 meat ; now massa shoot elephant, n'goma, n'gonda, 

 n'yakodsway (waterbuck), Ajawah get meat, that no 

 good, oh! by-and-by, go Chibisa, then Moloka get 

 plenty of meat," and so on, and I felt bound to keep 

 my promise with such a faithful servant. 



The hartebeest is a beautiful and graceful animal, 

 standing nearly five feet at the shoulder, and decided- 

 ly worthy of better horns than it is gifted with. The 

 females also are provided with horns, though smaller 

 than those of the males. 



No time was lost, after our return to camp, in 

 getting everything ready, and making a start for the 

 Moanza, a large number of Moloka's men having ob- 

 tained permission to accompany ns to the new camp- 

 ing ground, in the hope of getting more meat to 

 take home. When the hartebeests were brought in, 

 just before we started, Chinsoro, according to orders, 

 cut off a tit-bit or two for me and himself; the re- 

 mainder was handed over to Moloka, and most of it 

 despatched to his village. 



As I wandered along through the forests, some 

 hundred yards ahead of the main body of my fol- 

 lowers, at about four p.m., I was pleased to see a 

 beautiful antelope, which I knew, by the white blaze 

 on its forehead, could be no other than the bless-bock 

 (damalis alhifrons) standing near a small herd of the 

 same family, but some thirty yards closer to me. As 

 I had been particularly anxious to obtain a specimen 

 of this animal, I signalled to those in the rear to be 



