Sporting Trips of a Subaltern 



at seventy-two yards ; but, unluckily, again a 

 doe. 



A six-hours' march took us across the Toyo 

 plain, and we began to see sparsely scattered 

 bushes once more. We saw several greater 

 bustard on the plain, but no game until nearing 

 the southern border, when we came on several 

 large herds of aoul, twenty to twenty-five in a 

 herd. They were wild, but after some trouble I 

 got a shot at rather over 200 yards at a buck. 

 The whole herd galloped off, but one soon dropped 



back, and E , coming up, we walked up the 



wounded buck in some grass, and he administered 

 the coup de grace with a '303 rifle. 



I soon after fired at a fine buck, end on, at 

 120 yards, and broke his leg ; he went off, and I 

 was about to mount my pony to ride him down 

 when a big fox appeared on the scene, and com- 

 menced running on the blood trail. Hassan and 

 I laid down to watch, and the buck ran round 

 and round us in a big circle, with the fox at first 

 running with his nose on the ground, and then 

 with his head up, running in view. I was sorry 

 for the poor buck, but thought the fox could do 

 the job probably as quickly as I could myself, 

 and it was most interesting to see. It took 

 over a quarter of an hour, and then the fox 

 pulled him down behind a bush. At this point I 

 mounted, and, galloping up, secured the head and 



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