LAST DAYS ON THE SERENGETTI 291 



Bud and I would work for hours without seeing a 

 single impalla, then sometimes sudden showers would 

 cost us a valuable scene. On one occasion we raced 

 like mad to get into position, but when I put my hand 

 to the crank, the sun ducked behind a cloud; when it 

 came out again, we made another try, only to be 

 exasperated by a repetition of the same thing. Finally 

 I called a halt, as there was no use risking our necks 

 and taking chances of wrecking the truck when the 

 light was playing tricks lilte this. 



During the times when the sky was overcast, I did 

 a little shooting for trophies. On my first expedition 

 I had passed up all of the common animals and regretted 

 it afterward. Although millions of zebras roam over 

 the veldts of Africa, stiU no two are striped alike, and 

 I had been watching for a weU-marked animal to add 

 to my collection. When a herd of pimda miUa, the 

 "donkeys of the plains," raced out of some near-by 

 trees, led by a magnificent stallion, I sat down and, 

 taking a careful bead with my 7 mm. rifle, was lucky 

 enough to hit him. Now his mounted head looks across 

 the room at a buU kongoni wliich I collected in the 

 same locality. 



For a few days we chased after the impalla herds, 

 through bush, down ravines, and over the veldt. After 

 securing one excellent slow-motion picture showing 

 these antelope leaping in all directions, we followed them 

 for a short distance, hoping to obtain another shot of the 

 same animals, when suddenly we burst through the bush 

 upon a scene of destruction. A large herd of elephants 

 had just passed through the district, tearing down and 

 uprooting hundreds of trees, leaving a wide swath tlirough 

 the country, comparable to the wake of a cyclone. 



