End of Somali 



glancing back to where he had last seen me 

 on all fours. I couldn't afford to let him go off 

 again, it would have been dark, so seizing the 

 opportunity when he was looking back, I sat 

 down, took a quick aim and fired. Somewhat to 

 my surprise he rolled over stone dead. This was 

 the luckiest shot I ever did, as the distance was 

 235 yards, and a Speke is a small mark. Ten 

 minutes later it was so dark I couldn't see my 

 sights. While after him I put up a striped hyena, 

 the only one I saw in Somali. 



My other Speke I got more easily. I saw a 

 herd through the bushes coming my way. I sat 

 down in the open without being seen, and re- 

 mained motionless with my rifle up. They came 

 on and passed between two bushes 120 yards in 

 front of me. The first was a doe, and she paused 

 and favoured me with a long stare. As I didn't 

 move, however, she passed on, and her place was 

 immediately filled by another doe, who in turn 

 had a good look at me, and so on till seven does 

 and young bucks had passed, when out stepped the 

 buck I was looking for. He treated me to a 

 shorter inspection, but as he turned away I 

 dropped him. 



After we had joined up camps again we had 

 some sports for the men. The programme in- 

 cluded three-legged races, mounted combats, and 

 a tug-of-war, and ended with a " fell " race over 



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