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to find myself jammed between two big rocks, with an 

 uncomfortable feeling in my left arm. With some diffi- 

 culty I got into a sitting posture, and found that if I had 

 not broken, I had at least considerably hurt it. Monarch 

 was standing, looking very much ashamed of himself, a 

 few yards above, and close by I could hear the antelope 

 bleating, though it was concealed by the rocks. Just 

 then Klaas arrived, and dismounting helped me up. On 

 examination I thought that I had no bones broken, though 

 I was severely bruised about the side and my arm was very 

 painful. The horse, which unfortunately was not mine, 

 was slightly cut on one leg, but otherwise uninjured. Of 

 course, I had no inclination to resume the chase, and we 

 went down to where the antelope was lying. It was by 

 no means dead, and scrambled up on seeing us, and, 

 though it could not get away, gave Klaas some trouble 

 among the boulders before he caught and killed it. We 

 found that it had been struck by the former bullet the 

 one that had killed its companion while the last shot 

 had missed it clean. I was never quite clearly able to 

 make out how I had so completely come to grief; but I 

 suppose my firing just as we were on the verge of the 

 descent, combined with the extreme badness of the ground, 

 had put Monarch, usually the most sure-footed of horses, 

 out of his stride, and it had ended in his coming down. 

 However, I had killed two, an old and a young male ; and 

 though it turned out afterwards that I had damaged a rib 

 and severely strained my arm, I did not at the time think 

 much of my hurt, and returned to the waggons rather 

 elated at my success than otherwise. On the whole, how- 

 ever, I do not think I should recommend galloping ante- 



