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stood looking at me in a dazed and tottery kind of 
way, and then to my amazement he turned and 
made off. At first he moved with such a shaky 
and uncertain gait that I felt confident that he could 
only goa few yards before dropping; so, as I did 
not wish to disturb the other game around us by 
firing a second shot, I thought it best just to wait. 
To my utter astonishment, however, after he had 
staggered for about sixty yards he seemed to revive 
suddenly, broke into his ordinary gallop and quickly 
rejoined the herd. From that time I lost all trace 
of him, though I followed up for four or five 
miles. 
The wildebeeste, in fact, is like Kipling’s Fuzzy- 
Wuzzy—‘‘’e’s generally shammin’ when 'e’s dead i 
and my friend Rawson about this time had an 
experience very similar to mine, but attended with 
more serious results. He had knocked his wilde- 
beeste over in much the same way, and thought it 
was dead; and as he was very keen on obtaining 
photographs of game, he took his stand-camera 
from the Indian who carried it and proceeded to 
focus it on the animal's head. When he was just 
about to take the picture, he was thunderstruck to 
see the wildebeeste jump up and come charging down 
upon him. He sprang quickly aside, and in an 
instant up went the camera into the air, followed 
the next moment by the unfortunate Indian, the 
