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was a good deal enclosed, but was well stocked with chinkara, 

 and I generally brought in a buck shot in my evening walk. 



My Cape friend was, I think, sorry to leave us. He was 

 a most persistent sportsman, but somewhat jealous withal, and 

 inclined to claim his full share of the bag. On one occasion 

 we had discharged our rifles at a flock of coolen, from a distance 

 of several hundred yards. Four barrels were fired, and the 

 result was, " one killed." As we had fired into "the brown" 

 of them, neither could claim the bird ; my companion, how- 

 ever, declared that it fell to his shot, and, not caring to 

 alloy his happiness, I did not dispute his statement. We 

 parted, and I have never seen him since ; but I have a vivid 

 recollection of pleasant days spent with him in the Guzerat 

 plains. 



Shooting two antelope at one shot is by no means uncom- 

 mon ; I have done so on several occasions. One morning, 

 having worked up towards a herd with my shooting-cart, I 

 got within range of the best buck He was standing broad- 

 side on, and immediately beyond him were several does. I 

 fired, and the buck started, but kept his legs and went off at 

 speed. Instead of the usual sound of a ball striking a deer, I 

 heard a sharp cracking noise, and as the does scattered I saw 

 one of them kicking on the ground. Observing that the buck 

 had gone off at his best speed, and had not bounded in the air 

 as is their custom when unwounded, I kept my eye on him, 

 and sent my attendant with the cart to pick up the doe, which 

 had been shot through the head. The buck soon slacked 

 his pace, and presently subsided into a walk. I felt convinced 

 he was hit somewhere, but as he moved straight away I was 

 unable to distinguish any wound with my spy-glass. I there- 

 fore quietly followed. After going about half-a-mile, the buck 

 stood still, reeled, and fell. I at once ran up, but he was dead 



