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down wind, while the male slowly made a wide circle 

 to get back of the antelope. When the kongoni got 

 a smell of the Hon, he threw up his head and after 

 gazing in that direction for a few seconds wheeled 

 about, daslu'ng straight toward the three honesses 

 who were now spread out fan-shaped, but some yards 

 apart, in the yellow grass. As he galloped toward 

 them, thinking only of the danger behind, they ran 

 catlike along the ground to intercept his flight, and 

 when he discovered their presence it was too late 

 for retreat. The closest Honess bounded forward and 

 running alongside the unfortunate kongoni for a few 

 paces, sprang upon him, and with one mighty paw 

 twisted his head downward, at the same time biting 

 into the neck. The others trotted up and in a few 

 more seconds it was over. The Hon took his time 

 about joining the females, seemingly confident of their 

 ability, and that a meal would be waiting for him. 

 The show was ended, and so, with the Masai bearing 

 my rifle, I slowly descended from my seat on the hiU. 

 During my absence Jones and Ted had prepared 

 the truck for towing to the mine, so next morning we 

 undertook the difficult task of dragging tliis dead 

 weight over roads and through dongas that were 

 sufficiently hard to negotiate under a truck's own 

 power. Our progress was so slow and our stops to 

 repair the towing cable so many that it required an 

 entire day to cover the twenty miles. During that 

 time all of us were nearly eaten ahve by mosquitoes 

 and tsetse flies. We were hterally covered with 

 bhsters left by the bite of the fly, which caused us 

 considerable worry, for this country is notorious for 

 sleeping sickness. We could not be sure whether or 



