LASSOING A WART-HOG 



went well, snout down, tail in air, his great tusks 

 showing viciously. He did not like the game in the 

 least ; he did not understand it, and he was going to 

 escape to cover if he could, but if he were cornered 

 he was ready to fight to the last. 



One of the Americans, who was mounted on a 

 black horse, drew ahead of his fellows, and I saw him 

 begin to loosen the lasso on his saddle. Then he was 

 swinging it round and round his head ready to let 

 go. As the boar passed my camera the noose seemed 

 to dart out and catch him round one of his hind legs, and 

 a moment later he was rolling over in a cloud of dust. 



As a matter of fact the horseman had miscalculated 

 things, having driven his quarry straight on to the 

 lens instead of three-quarters on to me. But he was 

 new to it, and he had done his best. I obtained some 

 excellent pictures of the animal on the ground and 

 also of him when, having recovered from his fright, 

 he tried to charge at the horse's legs. When he was 

 let go he gathered himself together, glanced once 

 at the carriers, who had now clustered round, then 

 walked away slowly and disdainfully. The natives, 

 seeing so much meat going off, were far from pleased. 

 But my object in taking this trip was to photograph 

 game, not to slaughter it, and their disgust did not 

 worry me greatly. 



We camped for the night at Sewell's Farm, close 

 to a " pan " of water. A high wind was blowing, and 



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