A Borgu Leopard 



blows, but I bore up sufficiently to have a 

 very nice little shoot at Lokoja, in the course 

 of which I actually surprised a herd of harte- 

 beest in the open for the first and last time in 

 Nigeria. It was in the month of November, and 

 two of us had climbed up the range of hills behind 

 the town, camping on a high spur called Benoui 

 pati. These hills are table-topped, the well-known 

 African shape, and Benoui pati boasted the only 

 bit of country quite clear of bush that I ever met 

 in Nigeria. It was in the middle of this that I 

 spotted early one morning a herd of seven harte- 

 beest. I had a most delightful stalk, ventre a 

 terre, and got fairly close, closer than I judged, 

 as picking a fine bull I missed him clear, and 

 must have gone over him, for, taking in the same 

 amount of foresight, I hit him in the back of the 

 head, when he had already galloped some distance, 

 with my second barrel. 



Thereafter, the cover being at its densest, 

 I had but little sport, and at the beginning of 

 1900 I was made Governor of Southern Borgu, 

 without having added materially to my bag. 



I was now in a most sporting country, and 

 only waited for the country to dry up a bit 

 to get some good sport. Meanwhile I collected 

 as much "khubber" as I could, and worked 

 hard to get as much in front of time with 

 my duties as possible, that I might have more 



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