CHASING A WOUNDED GIRAFFE. 195 



about midday, it was a hard matter giving it chase. 

 Still we did so over an immense plain, taking an occa- 

 sional random shot at it, for more than a mile, when 

 I was obliged to cry 'enough,' and, quite exhausted, 

 to lie down. Essafi, nothing daunted, after seeing me 

 comfortably settled under the shade of a small tree, 

 went off home to get our horses to continue the hunt. 

 He left me alone so long that I became almost impatient 

 for his return, but the delay was explained on my 

 seeing him approach with a party of Arabs on camels. 

 We then renewed the hunt by following the tracks for 

 two or three miles, when we came to a thick wood in 

 which they soon were lost, and there we were obliged to 

 give it up as hopeless. 



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