113 THROUGH ANGOLA 



siiout of ' Run, Colonel, run ! ' and taking my head 

 quickly from the hood of the focusing screen, saw 

 T - 30 yards away, running hard, with both 

 our rifles. There was little time to spare, the 

 buffalo were almost on top of me, and it was hard 

 to run with a 3-foot camera projecting from my 

 body. It is wonderful how rapidly one can move 

 when three big bounding bodies with three great 

 pairs of horns are galloping on you, and I got 

 out of their way just in time, with no further 

 mishap than torn clothes, scratched skin, and a 

 somewhat damaged camera. Old Muganja, the 

 tracker, pluckily ran towards the buffalo and 

 myself with the spare rille, and when he saw I 

 could not use it, strapped up as I was with the 

 camera, tried to lire it himself; but as he had never 

 seen a hammerless rifle, did not succeed, as it was 

 on ' safe.' 



' We never saw any of this herd again, and 

 only got the dogs back an hour later, when they 

 returned with tongues hanging out, and looking 

 very done. 



"When asked why lie ran array, T mur- 

 mured something about his belief that the buffalo 

 \vere going to be held up by the dogs every minute. 

 and as he did not want the buffalo to see him, he 

 kept out of the way. He said nothing about 

 leaving me in the lurch, but from an expression 

 iiiat he let fall later, to the effect that ' people 

 who were too plucky with buffalo never lived 

 lung,' I surmised that he had greater affection for 

 this world than for an uncertain future one: and 

 lie had nu remarks to make when told that, as fat 



