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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 





" I GOT NEAR ENOUGH FOR A SAFE SHOT, WHICH BOWLED THE ANTELOPE 

 OVER STONE-DEAD." 



inordinately fond ; so, handing them my pony, I 

 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 



