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THE HUNTER'S ARCADIA. 



about a day's trek to the southward and westward 

 of where the road branches off from that river to 

 Bamanwato. It was in the afternoon, my friend Mr. 

 Frederick Drake and myself being at the time about 

 a mile in front of our wagons, on the look-out for 

 the larger species of Francolin, which here abound, 

 when, to our surprise, an enormous pauw came 

 from the bush into the path, there halted for a 

 few seconds to take stock of the intruders, and passed 

 again into the bush on the opposite side. 



The distance it was in advance of us was up- 

 wards of 150 yards, and the time permitted for my 

 friend to shoot, for he was armed with a rifle, too 

 short for him to do so. With just a hope that I 

 should get within range of this noble trophy, I 

 quickly substituted cartridges of lopers (buckshot) 

 for the No. 3 that my chambers had previously 

 contained. As the pauw is wonderfully swift of foot, 

 we now hurried forward, I following in the course 

 it was supposed to have taken, while my friend made 

 a detour to get to windward of it, and thus cut off 

 its retreat. 



Our finesse was well rewarded, for the giant bird 

 flushed within sixty or seventy yards from where 



