222 ON THE EDGE 



scavenger, but some people eat them never- 

 theless. 



The next shot, some time afterwards, was 

 out of the trap, the ponies being used to this. 

 A covey of sand-grouse got up just before us; 

 and one of my tw^o shots was a kill. The 

 plumage of these birds matches so exactly 

 with the colour of the sand they sit on that it 

 is practically impossible to see them on the 

 ground. Except for their feathered legs they 

 look more like a pigeon than a grouse. 



The next proceeding was to beat a cotton 

 patch that lay in the line, for which purpose 

 I got out, and we walked through it. It only 

 held a hare, which jumped up a yard in front 

 of me and dashed back. I let her go far 

 enough and then rolled her over. 



So the afternoon wore away. I had 

 more shots, successful and otherwise, at 



