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parallel to the bushes. ‘They 
were not seriously alarmed, 
but trotted quietly towards 
the bushes instead of keep- 
ing to the open plain where 
they had been standing safe 
for so long. I raced on 
parallel with them until they 
suddenly came to a stand- 
still to stare about them. I 
sat down hot and very shaky, 
aimed at a big stallion, and 
fired. The animal aimed at 
ran on for some ten yards 
and then fell over dead. I 
raced on through the bushes 
to try to keep up with the 
cloud of dust as the whole 
hundred dashed away. At 
length I heard them stop, 
but the dust was at first too 
thick for me to see them. At last, however, the wind blew some away and disclosed a 
sight I shall never forget. Surrounded by a halo or vignette of dust stood this 
magnificent herd, making the most perfect framed picture it 1s possible to imagine. I 
stood and gazed enchanted, and nothing would have induced me to fire at them again. 
After staring long at me they turned round, and I watched the great yellow cloud 
of dust, as the herd made good their escape, looking like the steam from a locomotive 
wending its way through trees and open plains as far as the eye could see.” 
In thick bushes, when the sun is shining, these zebras are extremely difficult to 
see, the brown and white flickering together into a grey which harmonises in a 
wonderful way with the 
zebra’s natural surroundings. 
This protective colouring has 
been noticed in many other 
striped and spotted animals. 
My first sight of a Grévy’s 
zebra I shall not easily forget. 
I was walking through com- 
paratively thin bush country 
When my shikari suddenly 
stood stock still near a small, 
narrow, open bit of ground 
and whispered, “ Feroli ” 
(zebra). But stare as hard 
as I could I saw nothing but 
an open plain surrounded by 
thorn bushes. My shikari 
literally shouted in my ears: 
“You never see it, you no 
see zebra?” as he pointed 
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GREVY’S ZEBRA. 
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_/ CHAPMAN'S RACE OF BURCHELL'S ZEBRA. with both hands. “No, I 
