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again, but he again bolted. This hartebeest had travelled 

 a long way a good six miles from where I had first hit 

 him, but I determined I would get him, not only because I 

 had wounded him severely, but also because I wanted his 

 skin as a specimen. 



We then heard voices, and 1 found my men waiting 

 under some big trees close to the path, and my little camp- 

 tabh- spread for lunch, so, as it was nearly midday and I 

 was thirsty, I decided to have some tea the best thirst- 

 quencher I know and some food ; and the waste of time, 

 although hard on the hartebeest, would give him time to 

 settle down. 



In about an hour the men and I left again, and, to make 

 rather an uninteresting incident short, I may say we found 

 him dead close to where we had left the spoor. 



He turned out to be a fine male ; but, as one of my shots 

 had broken the lower jaw and torn the skin badly, he was 

 useless as a specimen, although his meat was much appre- 

 ciated by my hungry men, who seldom complained of too 

 much nyama. 



