was concerned there was one disappointment 

 that was not to be forgotten. The picture 

 of that koodoo bull as he appeared for the 

 last time looking over the ant-heap the day 

 we were lost was always before me. I could not 

 hear the name or see the spoor of koodoo with- 

 out a pang of regret and the thought that 

 never again would such a chance occur. Koodoo, 

 like other kinds of game, were not to be found every- 

 where ; they favoured some localities more than others, 

 and when we passed through their known haunts 

 chances of smaller game were often neglected in the 

 hope of coming across the koodoo. 



I could not give up whole days to hunting for we 

 had to keep moving along with the waggons all the 

 time or it would have been easy enough in many 

 parts to locate the koodoo and make sure of getting 

 a good bag. As it was, on three or four occasions 

 we did come across them, and once I got a running 

 shot, but missed. This was not needed to keep my 

 interest in them alive, but it made me keener than 

 ever. Day by day I went out always hoping to get 

 my chance, and when at last the chance did come it 

 was quite in accordance with the experience of many 

 others that it was not in the least expected. 



The great charm of Bushveld hunting is its variety : 

 you never know what will turn up next the only 

 certainty being that it will not be what you are 

 expecting. 



The herd boy came ^A wvv . in one after- 

 noon to say that there ^f^&iSimL* was a stem- 



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