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looking steadily in the direction whence I had 

 come, and I had to wait another half-hour before 

 an old cow started to walk off, the bull bringing 

 up the rear. There was, however, a cow with 

 very long horns walking almost beside him, 

 intercepting what might otherwise have been a 

 fine chance. I had to take the opportunity that 

 now offered itself as the bull stopped for a 

 fraction of a second, and, aiming behind his 

 shoulder, hit him very hard. He still kept on, 

 however, the whole herd now breaking into a 

 fast run. I fired a second barrel at my bull as 

 he disappeared through some thick bush, hitting 

 him again. Cooe and I then ran up to the place 

 where we had last seen them, and found plenty 

 of blood spoor on the twigs and grass. We followed 

 this for another hundred yards, and came upon 

 the bull dead on the edge of another small glade. 

 This was the best eland I obtained whilst on my 

 trip, and I was accordingly delighted. I sent 

 Cooe back for the other three boys, in the mean- 

 while I skinned out the neck of my prize pre- 

 paratory to cutting off his head. I did not open 

 the carcass, as I proposed bringing out all my 

 boys on the following morning to bring in the 

 hide and all the meat. 



I was foolish enough to remain at the station 

 next day in order to properly prepare the skin 

 and skull of the eland I had got, sending Cooe 

 and the whole lot of boys to the kill. On their 



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