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HUNTING THE ANTELOPE. 



recourse to his weapons. Crack ! A rifle shot resounded through the air and 

 down to the earth stumbled the infuriated beast only a few yards from the 

 ex-President's feet, to be followed the next minute by another maddened bull, 

 for which a second bullet was reserved. In less time than it takes to read this 





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From photograph. 



WATERBUCK SHOT NEAR MACHAKOS. 



page two splendid specimens were secured for the National Museum and the 

 Colonel smiled triumphantly to his native gun-bearers, who in many ways 

 showed their admiration for his cold-blooded presence of mind and unprece- 

 dented markmanship. 



As the Colonel and his companions were continuing their march they saw 

 herds of hartebeests and other smaller varieties of the great antelope family 

 which are so at home in these regions,, but the almost total absence of trees 

 and the desolate appearance of the parched velt, which owing to the dry sea- 

 son was almost void of all vegetation, made stalking very difficult, and the 



