Sporting Trips of a Subaltern 



Close to where we had stopped the hunt overnight 

 I saw a big, black-looking sig lolloping away ; 

 making sure it was the same one, and not wish- 

 ing for another long hunt, I dismounted and did 

 the longest shot of the trip, bringing him head 

 over heels dead, with a bullet in the neck at just 

 over 300 yards. I'm not prepared to say I could 

 repeat that shot. It was, however, a fresh bull, 

 and I never found the other, so let us hope he 

 had only got a slight flesh wound. 



I shot no more sig, though that afternoon 

 I got into a herd, or rather let them graze to 

 me, of great numbers; at one time I counted 

 up to over 250 sig, all within by no means 

 excessive rifle range, with, I suppose, four score 

 or more no further than 100 yards from where 

 I lay. The cows and young ones were in the 

 centre, with a fringe of bulls on the outskirts, 

 alternately grazing and fighting, the latter being 

 rather a tame affair, and consisting of a few 

 butts to try each other's weight, after which 

 the rule of the ring was for the lighter of the 

 two to turn tail and bolt for his life. 



Near the northern edge of the Toyo we got 

 among karias again, and for a day or two saw 

 no game. When nearing the Goli mountains I 

 had rather an interesting day; it was by a place 

 called Oonoonof, and the country was open and 

 stony. There were a good many Spekes gazelle 



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