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My cousin waited for the creature to rest a second, 

 and then did what I consider the finest shot of the 

 trip. She brought her quarry down from a great 

 height, two hundred and ten yards at least, smack, 

 to a little grassy knoll beneath, stone dead. I patted 

 her on the back. It was a wonderful and never-to-be- 

 forgotten achievement. We had no end of a difficulty 

 to reach the place, and arrived, our joy knew no 

 bounds. It might be said of our trip as of the life of 

 King Charles, that nothing in all of it so much became 

 it as the ending, for this, our last trophy of all, proved 

 to be the somewhat rare Pelzeln's Gazelle. It is not 

 at all rare in the Marmitime, I believe, but necessitating 

 a special expedition there to bag one. The gazelle had 

 quite good horns, topping eight inches. He was fawn 

 in colour, darker on the back, with a black tail. The 

 females of this species carry horns also. 



I stayed up in the rocks on guard until Cecily brought 

 Clarence and one of the hunters to do the carrying 

 of our treasure, Cecily and I having gone out of that 

 business. 



In camp now the greatest activity reigned, the men 

 working so very willingly, taking no end of pains 

 with the heads and skulls and skins. And the cook, 

 Cecily's cook, made us weird hashes and tea till we 

 feared for our digestions. 



