picked up the trail and trotted on. We came upon 

 four or five other rings where they had fought. The 

 last of these was curiously divided by a fallen tree, 

 and it puzzled me to guess how they could have made 

 a circle with a good-sized trunk some two feet high 

 intersecting it. I examined the dead tree and found 

 a big smear of blood and a lot of coarse greyish hair 

 on it. Evidently the koodoo had backed against it 

 whilst facing Jock and had fallen over it, renewing 

 the fight on the other side. There were also some 

 golden hairs sticking on the stumpy end of a broken 

 branch, which may have had something to do with 

 Jock's scraped sides. 



Then for a matter of a hundred yards or more it 

 looked as if they had fought and tumbled all the way. 

 Jock was some distance ahead of me, trotting along 

 quietly, when I saw him look up, give that rare growl- 

 ing bark of his one of suppressed but real fury 

 lower his head, and charge. Then came heavy flapping 

 and scrambling and the wind of huge wings, as twenty 

 or thirty great lumbering aasvogels flopped along the 

 ground with Jock dashing furiously about among them 

 taking flying leaps at them as they rose, and his jaws 

 snapping like rat-traps as he missed them. 



On a little open flat of hard-baked sand lay 

 the stripped frame of the koodoo : the head and 

 leg-bones were missing ; meat-stripped fragments 

 were scattered all about ; fifty yards away among 

 some bushes Jock found the head ; and still further 

 afield were remains of skin and thigh-bones crushed 

 ^\ almost beyond recognition. 



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