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shouts from a marker. He has seen yet another surrow, 

 which, he says, has crossed the foot of the lateral gorge, and 

 is now moving beyond it along the precipitous face on my 

 side of the main one. I at once send several of the beaters, 

 who have just joined me, round to try and intercept the 

 animal, but the ground there is too steep and difficult for 

 them to travel over. All they can do is to shell the place 

 with big stones, so I am not surprised that he gives us the 

 slip. Nor am I much disappointed either, being quite satis- 

 fied with the two animals secured. 



One of the dead beasts had a half-healed bullet-hole in 

 its ear, and was most probably the first surrow I had seen 

 and shot at a few days before, not very far from where it 

 had now fallen. Both were good specimens a buck and 

 a doe and carried almost equally long horns. 



As nearly all our manoeuvres had taken place within sight 

 of the camp, my companion on this trip had once more an 

 opportunity of watching them almost from his tent. This was 

 a very satisfactory termination to our pleasant week's holiday. 



