A DAY ON THE ISIOLA 



from right to left, and from left to right with the 

 speed and energy of a flail actuated by a particularly 

 instantaneous kind of machinery. I could see only 

 the outline of the head and this vigorous tail; but 

 I took instant aim and let drive. The whole affair 

 sank out of sight. 



We made a detour around the dead lion without 

 stopping to examine him, shouting to one of the 

 men to stay and watch the carcass. Billy alone 

 seemed uninfected with the now prevalent idea that 

 we were likely to find lions almost anywhere. Her 

 skepticism was justified. We found no more lions; 

 but another miracle took place for all that. We 

 ran across the second imbecile gerenuk, and B. col- 

 lected it! These two were the only ones we ever 

 got within decent shot of, and they sandwiched 

 themselves neatly with lions. Truly, it was our 

 day. 



After a time we gave it up, and went back to 

 measure and photograph our latest prize. It proved 

 to be a male, maneless, two inches shorter than that 

 killed by B., and three feet five and one half inches 

 tall at the shoulder. My bullet had reached the 

 brain just over the left eye. 



Now, toward sunset, we headed definitely to- 

 ward camp. The long shadows and beautiful 

 lights of evening were falling across the hills far the 



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