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if I had to go in after him myself. Satisfying myself 

 that the water was not deep, I bribed the avaricious 

 Somali to go in and help lift the animal whilst I ren- 

 dered active assistance on dry land, and this was done. 

 The Baron went in with a very bad grace, at which 

 one cannot be surprised, and after prodigious splashing 

 and any amount of exertion, for the buck was an im- 

 mense weight, I held the dibatag out of the water 

 whilst the Baron extricated himself, together with many 

 leeches, from the pool. Then we both heaved together, 

 and the buck was mine. The Baron now began to 

 make such a fuss about his loss of blood caused by the 

 leeches who would not let go I told him to go home 

 to camp and put salt on them and then recover, and 

 ordered him meanwhile to send the syce back to me 

 with my pony. 



I sat down and admired my dibatag, and was 

 mightily pleased with my luck. For this antelope is 

 very shy and difficult to stalk as a rule. Dibatag is, of 

 course, the native name, but somehow the one most 

 commonly used everywhere. The correct name is 

 Clark's Gazelle. The tail is really quite lengthy, and 

 the one sported by my prize measured twelve-and-a- 

 half inches. His horns were good and touched nine- 

 and-three-quarter inches. Only the bucks carry horns. 



The dibatag was so large we had the greatest diffi- 

 culty in packing him on to the pony as I wanted to do, 

 so we finally skinned him, keeping his head and the 

 feet, which I afterwards had mounted as bell-pulls. 



Going back to camp I came on Cecily, who recounted 

 her adventures — not a quarter so interesting as mine, 



