306 Incidents of Foreign Field Sport. 



One bird I thought I had missed ; it flew across a 

 nullah and over an open space, apparently unhurt, 

 when it gave a lurch and rolled over dead, fortunately 

 close to a solitary " toddy tree," otherwise we should 

 probably have lost it. 



I got to camp about eleven, had breakfast, a 

 snooze, and then ordered the tent to be struck and 

 all hands to be ready to move about five, as I 

 wished to go a short distance off and incamp in a 

 garden belonging to the Arab who had lent me my 

 followers. I only took one man with me, and started 

 about 3 P.M. I went across a plain covered with 

 long grass and bushes towards a patch of mimosa 

 trees, but for a long time I saw no game. After a 

 while I did see several antelope well out in the open, 

 but on searching my pockets I could find neither ball 

 nor slug cartridges. I had put on the wrong coat. I 

 had two exactly alike. In one I had cartridges for 

 small game shooting, in the other for larger beasts, 

 such as deer, &c. To fire at them except at close 

 quarters with shot is wanton cruelty ; so, disgusted at 

 my own carelessness, I had to leave them alone, and 

 tried for small game. I saw at least three if not 

 four varieties of antelope, but all were out of shot. 

 I then got into bush jungle, and there too, the deer 

 I call them so, but they are antelope of course, 

 there being no deer in this part of Africa were 

 plentiful, but the knowing wretches would bolt on the 

 right side if I were on the left and vice versa, so for 

 a long time I got nothing. We had wandered further 

 than I thought, and I was about to retrace my steps, 

 when far in the distance to the right I saw my 

 people moving along in single file, making for a 



