138 AFRICA SPEAKS 



After they have successfully crossed your path and 

 enveloped you in a cloud of dust, they will wheel 

 about and come to a dead halt, standing hned up in 

 a row to watch the strange object snort by. All 

 African hunters have heard the zebra bark, but I am 

 almost positive that I have heard some of them laugh 

 on these occasions, while the wildebeest stood there 

 with a silly grin on their faces. 



A bull in this herd appeared to have a very large 

 head. As we wanted meat for the hons and I wanted 

 a trophy, I went to some trouble to shoot liim, only 

 to discover that his horns were not so fine after all. 

 It is difficult to pick good trophies among such a large 

 herd. My hcense allowed me an ostrich and as I 

 wanted to talie a skin home to be made into various 

 articles for souvenirs, I took advantage of the fact 

 that a big cock ostrich stopped at about two hundred 

 yards to watch us pass. A Springfield bullet went 

 singing over the veldt and Tanganyika lost another of 

 its population. While Maniki, with the assistance of 

 two other boys, was removing the skin, I made a little 

 excursion on foot, shooting a young kongoni for meat 

 and a Httle later made a lucky shot at a running 

 Ward's reedbuck which proved to have a dandy head. 



We arrived at the donga and circled the entire ravine 

 twice with both trucks without finding our hons. 

 This was a sad disappointment to ah of us, for we had 

 really expected to see our old friends again. While 

 skirting the donga for the last time, we came upon a 

 pair of hyenas, presumably mates. We shot one of 

 them, and the unliurt animal started to run, but smell- 

 ing blood it came back and commenced to eat its late 

 companion while we looked on. After frightening it 



