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of hundred feet across. On the ground again I 

 prepared for a stalk into the glade toward the cane 

 clump, by stripping off cartridge belt, knife, field 

 glasses, brandy flask, chocolate and quinine pouch 

 —which together with compass, watch and water- 

 tight match box, each attached to thongs, consti- 

 tutes my usual and entire personal field equipment 

 compactly arranged in leather accoutrements. 



Then I removed my shoes; and with four car- 

 tridges in my rifle and as many more in my trouser 

 pocket, began my stalk. I never made one so 

 noiselessly ; and I did not allow myself to think of 

 my chances if the seladang broke towards me 

 before I reached the cane clump. It seemed a 

 fearful distance to that clump, but finally its out- 

 line was discernible ; and soon I was behind it with 

 head close to the mud— the better to see through 

 the brush— looking for the seladang. He was 

 about forty or fifty feet beyond in a somewhat thin- 

 nish part of the glade ; at first I could only make 

 out his bulk, but shortly I could see, fairly dis- 

 tinctly, him standing, facing obliquely, his head 

 lowered, ears moving forward and back, his atti- 

 tude that of the sullen, alert and determined fugi- 

 tive. Obviously he had neither heard nor scented 

 me. I could not shoot from behind the cane clump, 

 so I crawled to the side, and then I looked long over 

 the barrel to discover if any cane chanced in the 



