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stalks after ostrich, and Eustace shot a large but 

 mangy hyena, we got a cool day, and marching 

 from 10 a.m. to 6 p.m. regained our head-quarter 

 camp. Here we found everything as it should be, 

 and devoted a day to stock-taking, overhauling 

 our stores and attending to our heads and skins. 

 I had buried most of my skulls round ant-hills for 

 the ants to clean, which they had kindly seen to, 

 so I now dug them up, and tied a little label on 

 each, with a number corresponding to one that I 

 also put on each respective head-skin, so that there 

 should be no fitting of skins on to wrong skulls 

 when they were set up. My skins, thanks to 

 the dry climate that is, when it wasn't actually 

 raining and also to alum and taxidermine, were 

 in perfect order. 



I got my second gerenuk buck here. He was 

 standing by a bush, stretching his head up to 

 browse on the higher branches of a " guda " tree, 

 when I first sighted him. Spots declared he was 

 only an ant-heap, and as I had never before known 

 him wrong, I believed him rather against my 

 better judgment. I accordingly, instead of stalk- 

 ing him properly, merely stooped down a bit, 

 and approached him only half covered. I got to 

 nearly 100 yards, when away went the ant-heap 

 a beautiful buck with thick horns ! No time 

 for a shot. Directly after I heard his alarm 

 note to my right, and, looking under the bushes, 



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