A SPORTING TRIP THROUGH ABYSSINIA 



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which I saw one ; while, in my previous shooting 

 expedition in Somaliland, I bagged three and saw nearly 

 a dozen, though, I think, I only had a shot at one 

 other. Next morning my men came to tell me that a 

 dog had carried off both my klipspringer skulls, and 

 as I had warned Hussein to be careful (one being the 

 largest head shot so far), I was 

 very angry. While camp was 

 being struck, I went along the 

 top of the cliff and found a 

 big troop of the long-haired 

 monkeys. I clean missed one 

 big male that was dodging 

 about looking at us, but knocked 

 another off a ledge stone-dead. 

 His companions seemed fairly 

 astonished, and ran about to 

 different points of vantage, 

 craning their necks to gaze 

 down at the place where he had fallen. At first they 

 did not see us, but when they did they showed their 

 teeth and seemed to fairly shake with rage, while their 

 language, if we could only have understood it, was, 

 I am sure, more forcible than polite. Some six or 

 seven dassies came out and solemnly gazed at the 

 monkey's body. They seemed on the best of terms 

 with the monkeys, sitting side by side with them. 

 I picked out one other very large male and rolled him 

 down close to his companion. It took a long time for 

 Hyde and another man to go round and down, in order 

 to bring the skins back. We passed a good deal of 



Skull of Male KLiPbPRiNOER. 



