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the speed of my friend; edging off a little, I made a 

 push forward, and pulled up for a broadside-shot at little 

 more than one hundred yards distant. As I did so, the 

 hartebeest also stopped and looked at me, and I dropped 

 him with the first shot behind the shoulder. The next 

 proceeding was to get as much of the flesh cut up and 

 put on my horse as he could manage to carry. I was 

 anxious for the head and skin ; but from want of skill as a 

 butcher, I mauled the skin so terribly that I found it 

 would be useless. Taking away the head and choice parts 

 of the flesh, I looked round for my bearings, and slowly 

 returned homewards. 



To the inexperienced in this sort of travelling the road 

 would not have been easy. The hills bear a wonderful 

 resemblance to one another, and during the excitement of 

 a gallop of this description, there is little time to take 

 observations as to the course one is pursuing ; a sort of 

 instinct seems to supply the place of reason ; it would be 

 difficult to tell any one why or how we know that such a 

 direction is the right one we feel that it is so, but can 

 give no reason why. I am confident that this is the 

 feeling that animals have when they find their way for 

 miles to their homes by roads on which they have never 

 before travelled. There is a well-authenticated instance 

 of a dog having been taken from the south of England to 

 Scotland by sea, and returning alone by land. 



On another day I went out hartebeest-hunting, and soon 

 found a troop of these creatures quietly feeding on a level 

 plain that extended some miles around. They were some 

 distance from me, and my horse, not having had any good 



