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themselves, when they were unluckily lying down. 

 A. or M. ought to have seen them, as they were right 

 ut in the open where there was no grass, at a distance 

 of about 70 yards. As it was, the buffalo saw us first, 

 and immediately bolted three of them, including 

 what looked like a good bull. R. still stuck to the 

 trail in the most persevering manner, carrying it on 

 until 2 p.m., fully 10 miles in all, fortunately all round 

 the neighbourhood of camp. In fact, the three buffaloes 

 once ran up against my camels. At 2 p.m. the buffalo 

 still seemed to be going strong, so I gave the word for 

 home. After going a mile, R. suddenly noticed a 

 herd of buffalo 100 yards off, nearly in our path. We 

 at once crouched down, and although they were 

 alarmed, they did not locate the danger, and passed 

 us at 60 yards, six large ones with a calf. There was a 

 suspicious sameness about the horns, but one was 

 larger than the rest, and A. and R. insisted that it was 

 a bull. M. had stopped behind on some business of his 

 own. I allowed myself to be persuaded, and gave the 

 biggest a bullet from my 470, which obviously told, 

 and the wounded buffalo dropped after running some 

 40 yards. To my surprise the rest of the herd stood 

 by their fallen comrade, and I stalked up to within 

 60 yards. A. and R. were in the wildest excitement 

 that I should shoot another, insisting that each in 

 turn was a large bull. Nevertheless I was sure that 

 I had killed the biggest of the herd, and was quite 



