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the way—while still not far from the caravan camp 
—I spied a Grant’s gazelle in the distance, and by 
the aid of my glasses discovered that it was a fine- 
looking buck with a capital pair of horns. A few 
Basoga from the caravan had followed me, doubtless 
in the hope of obtaining meat, of which they are 
‘*1 GOT NEAR ENOUGH FOR A SAFE SHOT, WHICH BOWLED THE ANTELOPE 
OVER STONE-DEAD.” 
inordinately fond; so, handing them my pony, | 
wriggled from tuft to tuft and crawled along in the 
folds of the ground until eventually I got near 
enough for a safe shot, which bowled the antelope 
over stone-dead. Scarcely had he dropped when 
the Basoga swooped down on him, ripped him open, 
and devoured huge chunks of the raw and still 
