A CHANGE OF BASE 



two hundred yards of the stalk was a zigzag, down- 

 grade crawl. A direct approach would have doubtless 

 exposed us to view, and no stalk is made directly toward 

 game. By zigzagging we made the long grass cover us 

 from possible view. 



Imagine traveling on hands and knees, with gun in 



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one hand, and sometimes literally crawling, for two 

 hundred yards, all under the scrutiny of an unsympa- 

 thetic equatorial sun, at a temperature in the nineties or 

 hundreds, with perspiration not oozing, but trickling, from 

 every pore, and you may form a fair idea of the condi- 

 tion of one's muscles and nerves at the end of the stalk. 

 I climbed out of the last donga within seventy-five 

 yards of the best bull. The grass was up to my shoulders 

 and was waving above his back, yet he stood broadside, 



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