NATURAL HISTORY OF SOUTH AFRICA 
of the ground and bush makes it possible, the jackals 
are hunted more or less successfully by men on horse- 
back, accompanied by packs of hounds. In the 
neighbourhood of Port Elizabeth, jackals are still 
quite plentiful, and may occasionally be seen after 
sundown. However, a momentary glimpse is usu- 
ally all that is obtained, for the eyes, nose, and ears 
of a jackal are three highly-developed avenues 
through which it becomes acquainted with the 
approach of enemies. 
At dusk one evening, as I walked in the vicinity 
of some dense thorny scrub at Port Elizabeth, a 
Grysbuck antelope, in its haste and terror, almost 
collided with me. It had barely vanished into the 
bush before two jackals, with-noses to the ground, 
broke through the bushes at the spot where the buck 
had appeared. Their pace carried them a couple 
of yards or so out into the open, and, catching sight 
of me, they swerved round, and in an instant were 
gone. They had evidently been very hot on the 
trail of the little buck. 
When camped out under a creeper-covered shrub 
in the forest, wrapped in’a waterproof blanket and 
with a couple of faithful dogs to do sentry duty, the 
low wailing cries of the jackals, which at intervals 
break the stillness of the night, sound almost 
uncanny. It begins with a mournful wail, and ends 
with what might be construed into a cynical laugh. 
My companion on one of these occasions was a 
young man who had never slept anywhere but in a 
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