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towards me. Now all were on the move. I 

 fired and a buck rolled over. Then I de- 

 scended from the dune and ran forward into 

 the plain. 



The herd was now streaming past me from 

 the direction in which the knell of Andries' 

 regular bombardment sounded. The dense 

 stream bent in its course before my advance, 

 and for a few minutes took the form of a cres- 

 cent at a distance of about four hundred yards. 

 It was as though I were firing at a wall. Once 

 I got my range nearly every bullet thudded. 

 Soon the last of the stream flowed past, but its 

 course for several hundred yards was marked 

 by prone white and fawn forms. 



Andries was busy collecting his dead at a 

 spot about eight hundred yards away. I re- 

 crossed the dune and led Prince over it at a 

 flounder. Soon Andries came cantering up, 

 his hands and arms red with the blood of the 

 slain. He had killed eight bucks. I had had 

 better chances and a longer innings, so my 

 bag was larger, but I did not as yet know to 

 what extent. 



The sun was now almost down; my spoil 

 was scattered over a large area. It was de- 

 cided that I should gather up my dead, load 

 the carcases upon Prince and convey them to 



