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meruley tree stood several buffaloes. I got off the 

 mare, made a very cautious stalk to the back of a rock ; 

 from there I was within easy shooting distance. I 

 singled out a fine fat sleek cow, and broke her shoulder 

 with the first barrel ; the second shot, which was fired 

 at short range, terminated the matter. To my grief, 

 when inspecting the carcase, I found her udder full of 

 milk, so doubtless she had a calf hid somewhere in the 

 vicinity. Poor little beggar ! without its dam it would 

 be certain before long to be run down by the hyaenas. 



It is a strange fact that all the game hide away 

 their young when they have not attained sufficient age 

 to follow, while the parent feeds round about, ever 

 keeping a watchful eye that no beast of prey comes near 

 the resting-place of her child. 



Although many buffaloes are doubtlessly killed by 

 lions, yet my belief is that where a mature bull or cow 

 is the victim, it takes two or three to accomplish their 

 purpose. A single lion would probably be killed if he 

 attempted to take a calf in presence of its mother. 



On my way home we found a flock of elands, the 

 largest of all the antelopes. As Euby was fresh and 

 anxious for a gallop, I resolved to try the experiment of 

 driving one to the wagon. This is easily done by those 

 experienced in this antelope's pursuit, and the same can 

 be accomplished with the giraffe. The method is to 

 force the running from the beginning, and then cause 

 the game to go beyond its power, and thus become 

 pumped, when you have only to ride quietly behind, 

 turning it to the left or right as required. 



I picked out the fattest of the herd, and although 

 it had three hundred yards' start, was alongside the 

 quarry in little over half a mile. The poor eland tried 

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