A SUCCESSFUL STALK. 



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fifty yards. I was neither distressed in wind nor 

 uncomfortably warm ; so I felt an inward monitor 

 whisper to me: "If you don't shoot straight this 

 time, you are a duffer." 



The game broke into the open exactly at the 

 place I anticipated. They were so numerous, so 

 grand, so reckless, and so brilliant in colour, that 

 the sight would have warmed the heart of any 

 sportsman, even that of the oldest veteran. And 

 shoot straight I did. With the first barrel of my 

 Express I brought the leader, a magnificent doe, 

 to the ground all of a heap ; while the second shot, 

 aimed at a young buck, caused him to spring seven 

 or eight feet into the air, fall upon his head, and 

 turn nearly a complete somersault. 



UECHUANA KRAAL. 



