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skinning of the oribi. I took out my rifle after tea, 

 but too late to be of any use. 



February Ylih. Moved camp to Turab Karuf, 

 within 6 miles of Ombrega, beyond which one is not 

 allowed to travel. A. accompanied me as usual along 

 the river-bank, whilst M. directed the caravan. We 

 found fresh marks of a good-sized herd of buffaloes, 

 but A. could make nothing of the trail, and as I was 

 not sure of the distance of Turab Karuf, we left them. 

 On the road we only caught a glimpse of an oribi. 

 However, we sat down over the Turab Karuf meshra 

 at 9 a.m., to wait for the caravan as had been A.'s 

 original idea, and at 10 a.m. down came a male 

 roan antelope to drink. I stalked to within about 

 120 yards of it, when it became suspicious and I had 

 to open fire, and regret to say that I missed three timea 

 running, the animal being quite bewildered and 

 scarcely moving. However, the fourth shot made 

 amends by breaking its back. The poor beast was still 

 full of life, and when we went up to it was obviously 

 full of fight also. Our sole piece of cutlery was A.'s 

 little knife, which would barely have made an incision 

 in the skin of this great antelope, so I had to give the 

 coup de grdce with a solid -350 bullet, after which A. 

 halaled the animal in the usual fashion. I may note 

 that this -350 bullet, fired behind one shoulder, did not 

 pass out the other side, which does not show great 

 penetration. The horns measured 26 inches, which is 



