CHAPTER VII. 



HUNTING WITH DOGS. 



One year during my sojourn in South-Eastern Africa 

 having severely hurt my right arm I was unable to shoot, 

 and after in vain trying the consolations of the country 

 fishing — which, at its best, is about equal to punt-fishing 

 on the Thames — it struck me that something might be 

 done in the way of coursing the antelopes, with which 

 both the jungles and opens were well stocked. 



The idea had been first suggested by my having met 

 a deformed native (rather a rarity, by the way, in Africa), 

 who I knew could not hurl a spear from the malformation 

 of his arms, on his way to join a hunting party ; and on 

 my asking him the use of his going, he pointed to a great 



