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certain that there was not a bull among those left. 

 After nearly a quarter of an hour the herd drew off, 

 and I approached my quarry, and found to my disgust 

 that I had killed a 26|-inch cow. In fact, there had 

 not been a bull among the lot. So much for the 

 professional Sudanese shikari, who has abundance of 

 pluck and energy, but whose opinion of the sex of an 

 animal or the size of its horns is literally worth less 

 than nothing. I got back to breakfast at about tea- 

 time, and did not go out in the evening. The only 

 small game that I saw in the course of the day was 

 an anteater hard at work, which I should have shot 

 had I not been tracking buffalo, and a herd of ariel. 



May 8th. In the morning I went over the same 

 ground again. We found fresh tracks of a buffalo in 

 much the same place, but I decided that they were 

 too small. Further on were more tracks, also small, 

 but as the shikaris insisted that they belonged to a 

 bull, we took up the trail. After nearly two hours, 

 they conducted us to the trail that I had originally 

 discarded, and R. was decidedly angry when I 

 declined to pursue them further, the hind slots 

 being no bigger than those of roan antelope. I 

 then followed the course of the river for some 

 distance, with an idea of happening upon buffalo 

 or hippopotamus, but saw nothing except two female 

 oribi and three doe waterbuck, though spoor of buffalo 

 was plentiful enough. In the afternoon I fished for 



