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been praying to her most industriously, not omitting to 

 ask her to bring us good luck, and now (n P.M.) there 

 is a fresh breeze, almost amounting to a gale, from the 

 north-west. 



MarcJi 10. Vivian has had a good proof of the 

 difficulty of killing a buffalo, for a fine old solitary bull 

 would not succumb until he had received a fourth bullet 

 from the ten-bore, though all were close shots, and pene- 

 trated the chest. But the antelope also show great 

 powers of vitality. The other day, with an expanding 

 bullet from the express, I made such a hole in a koodoo's 

 side that the lung protruded as it breathed, and I stood 

 close by for some minutes expecting it momentarily 

 to fall, when to my surprise it took a new lease of life 

 and suddenly disappeared, and gave me some little 

 trouble to find it again. On another occasion a gazelle 

 managed to gallop off more than one hundred yards, 

 after most of its interior had been knocked out by a low 

 shot with a similar bullet. I wounded a very large 

 hyaena to-day, but it managed to escape by swimming 

 across a deep pool without being even caught by a 

 crocodile, and then managed to secrete itself amongst 

 the roots of some trees under a steep and wooded bank. 

 After wading across the river in a shallow part, we were 

 a long time in finding out its place ot concealment, and 

 then by climbing along some branches I was able to 

 shoot it between the shoulders as it lay beneath me. 



