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company. Half an hour afterwards I missed a young 

 antelope buck (not black), and then made towards a 

 clump of trees we had fixed on for lunch. Here 



H joined me a little later, he also not having 



increased his bag. 



My experience points to the fact that sport at a 

 temperature of a hundred degrees in the shade or 

 thereabout does not conduce to appetite. Though we 

 were not hungry, the iced claret and soda and 

 subsequent cheroot were pleasant enough, as was 

 the shade of the wild fig-trees we had halted under. 



Unfortunately one of H 's bullocks was unfit to 



proceed, so for the rest of the day we had to work 

 together. We did not see anything for some time, the 

 herdsmen having driven their flocks over the adjacent 

 ground. Presently, however, we were somewhat 

 surprised to hear a shot, and looking back we saw a 

 smart bullock-carriage moving parallel with us. In a 

 few minutes it halted again, and a white-clad figure 

 jumping out ran forward, pointing a gun at something 

 we could not see. However, he did not get a shot, 

 and presently the animal, whatever it was, appeared, 

 and made for a heap of rocks not far from us. Neither 

 of us could make out what it was, but both agreed that 

 if a wild animal, it was one with which we were 

 unacquainted. Presently the sportsman came up to 

 us, and turned out to be a native Mohammedan 

 gentleman. He informed us that he was in pursuit of 

 a mad dog, which had bitten a number of cattle, and 

 begged our help. Accordingly we assisted him in 

 beating out the rocks, but saw no more of the dog. 



