WITH FLASH-LIGHT AND RIFLE 



a wounded bull eland antelope, I chanced to come on 

 a pack of hunting -dogs resting in the shade of an acacia. 

 The dogs scattered in all directions, but soon gathered 

 again and barked at me. 



Their barking sounded like, " Wa wau wau, wa wau, 

 wa wau," uttered in regular, short cadences by all the 



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dogs in unison, while they alternately approached and 

 retreated in the manner of shy, tame dogs. I was so 

 fascinated by this sight that I refrained from shooting 

 and kept absolutely quiet. After they had kept up 

 this play for about ten minutes, some of the dogs whose 

 curiosity seemed to be satisfied sneaked away. Not to 

 lose my chance, I fired with my double-barrelled rifle 

 and secured two specimens ; the rest fled with lightning- 

 like speed. 



We can easily judge of their speed by comparison. 

 J. G. Millais tells us, in A Breath from the Veldt, that in 



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