94 BIG GAME FIELDS 



Big Jack Haley's hulk, with his slouch hat at 

 a careless angle, loomed up before me as we filed 

 back in silence. Then as we went over a slight 

 rise, he and his horse became a clear-cut silhouette 

 against the star-dust seeded sky. Away in the 

 east a thin silvery light flooded the sky a full 

 moon was rising. Then across the vast and over- 

 powering loneliness of the stupendous savannah 

 waste the vagrant winds whispered soft and low. 

 They were sweetly solemn wildly sad. 



