A TROOP OF ELAND 



to find it. Of course, there was a chance of coming 

 on the beast who had made it or on one of his relatives. 

 Much sweeping of the country was done without 

 the sHghtest result, except the tiring of men and 

 horses. 



There was plenty of game about. After a while 

 we sighted a troop of eland, the largest and in a way 

 the most beautiful of all antelope, and we arranged to 

 have them rounded up for me to photograph. 



I placed my cameras in the most sheltered spot 

 I could find, then sent out the three cowboys, who 

 were to try and lasso one of the animals in front of 

 tlie lens. Once more they acquitted themselves well. 

 They cut out their eland, then one of them. Loveless, 

 got his lasso well over it, bringing it to the ground. 

 At once he dismounted, apparently with the idea of 

 making the animal's legs fast, but no sooner was he 

 out of the saddle than his great black horse started 

 to misbehave himself. 



It was quite an exciting situation. The lasso 

 was fastened to the saddle, the eland was helpless on 

 the ground, and round and round, with the huge antelope 

 as the centre of the circle, that abominable black 

 steed went bucking round. I suppose he did not like 

 the smell or the look of the captured animal. 



Jones and Means both tried unsuccessfully to lasso 

 the horse, which was caught in the end by its owner 

 himself. It was an amusing incident and, what was 



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