210 AN ELAND SHOT. Chap. XI. 



But the Makololo shot so badly, that, in order to save my powder, 

 I was obliged to go myself. 



We shot a beautiful cow-eland, standing in the shade of a fine 

 tree. It was evident that she had lately had her calf killed by 

 a lion, for there were five long deep scratches on both sides of 

 her hind-quarters, as if she had run to the rescue of her calf, and 

 the lion, leaving it, had attacked herself, but was unable to pull 

 her down. When lying on the ground, the milk flowing from 

 the large udder showed that she must have been seeking the 

 shade, from the distress its non-removal in the natural manner 

 caused. She was a beautiful creature, and Lebeole, a Makololo 

 gentleman who accompanied me, speaking in reference to its 

 size and beauty, said, "Jesus ought to have given us these 

 instead of cattle." It was a new undescribed variety of this 

 splendid antelope. It was marked with narrow white bands 

 across the body, exactly like those of the koodoo, and had a 

 black patch of more than a hand-breadth on the outer side of 

 the fore arm. 



