A RESroENCE AT JUJA 



African Adventure, when, as in the Sunday Supple- 

 ments, I Stared Death in the Face — also everlast- 

 ing disgrace and much derision. We were just 

 returning to the farm after an afternoon's walk, and 

 as we approached I began to look around for much 

 needed meat. A herd of zebra stood in sight; so 

 leaving Memba Sasa I began to stalk them. My 

 usual weapon for this sort of thing was the Spring- 

 field, for which I carried extra cartridges in my belt. 

 On this occasion, however, I traded with Memba 

 Sasa for the 405, simply for the purpose of trying it 

 out. At a few paces over three hundred yards I 

 landed on the zebra, but did not knock him down. 

 Then I set out to follow. It was a long job and took 

 me far, for again and again he joined other zebra, 

 when, of course, I could not tell one from t'other. 

 My only expedient was to frighten the lot. There- 

 upon the uninjured ones would distance the one that 

 was hurt. The latter kept his eye on me. When- 

 ever I managed to get within reasonable distance, I 

 put up the rear sight of the 405, and let drive. I 

 heard every shot hit,and after each hit was more than 

 a little astonished to see the zebra still on his feet, 

 and still able to wobble on.* The fifth shot emptied 



*I am sorry I did not try out this heavy-calibred rifle oftener at long range. 

 It was a marvellously effective weapon at close quarters; but I have an idea — 

 but only a tentative idea — that above three hundred yards it* velocity is «o 

 reduced by air resistance against the big blunt bullet as greatly to impair itJ 

 hitting powers, 



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