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We picked up his bloody trail and for two hours 

 followed it through a tangled mass of scrub and thorns. 

 It seemed certain that we must find him at any mo- 

 ment, for great red blotches stained the snow wherever 

 he stopped to rest. At last the trail led us across an 

 open ridge, and the snow and blood suddenly ceased. 

 We could not follow his footprints in the thick grass 

 and abandoned the chase just before dark. 



Two more days of unsuccessful hunting convinced 

 us that the missionaries had driven the pigs to other 

 cover. There was a region twelve miles away to which 

 they might have gone, and we shifted camp to a vil- 

 lage named Tziloa a mile or more from the scrub-cov- 

 ered hills which we wished to investigate. 



The natives of this part of the country were in no 

 sense hunters. They were farmers who, now that the 

 crops were harvested, had plenty of leisure time and 

 were glad to roam the hills with us. Although their 

 eyesight was remarkable and they were able to see a 

 pig twice as far as we could, they had no conception of 

 stalking the game or of how to hunt it. When we be- 

 gan to shoot, instead of watching the pigs, they were 

 always so anxious to obtain the empty cartridge cases 

 that a wild scramble ensued after every shot. They 

 were like street boys fighting for a penny. It was a 

 serious handicap for successful hunting, and they kept 

 me in such a state of irritation that I never shot so badly 

 in all my life. 



We found pigs at Tziloa immediately. The carts 

 went by road to the village, while Smith and I, with two 



