THE LAST FRONTIER 



their cattle in, and at such times annoy the buffalo 

 all they can. 



We started out well enough. I sent Memba Sasa 

 with two men to locate the herd. About three 

 o'clock a messenger came to camp after me. We 

 plunged through our own jungle, crossed a low swell, 

 traversed another jungle, and got in touch with the 

 other two men. They reported the buffalo had 

 entered the thicket a few hundred yards below us. 

 Cautiously reconnoitring the ground it soon became 

 evident that we would be forced more definitely to 

 locate the herd. To be sure, they had entered the 

 stream jungle at a known point, but there could be 

 no telling how far they might continue in the thicket, 

 nor on what side of it they would emerge at sundown. 

 Therefore we commenced cautiously and slowly to 

 follow the trail. 



The going was very thick, naturally, and we could 

 not see very far ahead. Our object was not now to 

 try for a bull, but merely to find where the herd was 

 feeding, in order that we might wait for it to come 

 out. However, we were brought to a stand, in the 

 middle of a jungle of green leaves, by the cropping 

 sound of a beast grazing just the other side of a 

 bush. We could not see it, and we stood stock still 

 in the hope of escaping discovery ourselves. But an 

 instant later a sudden crash of wood told us we had 



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