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Shortly afterwards the skin of the Tétel was taken off entire, the apertures 
at the neck and knees tied up, and the hide inflated and ingeniously converted 
into a waterproof bag, to be used for the conveyance of the flesh of the animal 
across the river Atbara. 
In a subsequent part of his journey in the valley of the Settite, a confluent 
of the Atbara, Baker again records his adventures with this Antelope as 
follows :— 
“We had hardly ridden half a mile when I perceived a fine bull Tétel 
standing near a bush a few hundred yards distant. Motioning to the party 
to halt I dismounted, and with the little Fletcher rifle I endeavoured to 
obtain a shot. When within about a hundred and seventy yards he observed 
our party, and I was obliged to take the shot, although I could have 
approached unseen to a closer distance had his attention not been attracted 
by the noise of the horses. He threw his head up preparatory to starting off, 
and he was just upon the move as I touched the trigger. He fell like a 
stone to the shot, but almost immediately he regained his feet and bounded 
off, receiving a bullet from the second barrel without a flinch; in full speed 
he rushed away across the party of aggageers about three hundred yards 
distant. Out dashed Abou Do from the ranks on his active grey horse, and 
away he flew after the wounded Tétel, his long hair floating in the wind, his 
naked sword in hand, and his heels digging into the flanks of his horse, as 
though armed with spurs in the last finish of a race. It was a beautiful 
course; Abou Do hunted like a cunning greyhound; the Tétel turned, and 
taking advantage of the double, he cut off the angle; succeeding by the 
manceuvre, he again followed at tremendous speed over the numerous 
inequalities of the ground, gaining in the race until he was within twenty 
yards of the Tétel, when we lost sight of both game and hunter in the thick 
bushes. By this time I had regained my horse, that was brought to meet 
me, and I followed to the spot, towards which my wife and the aggageers 
encumbered with the unwilling apes were already hastening. Upon arrival I 
found, in high yellow grass beneath a large tree, the Tetel dead, and Abou Do 
wiping his bloody sword, surrounded by the foremost of the party. He had 
hamstrung the animal so delicately that the keen edge of the blade was not 
injured against the bone. My two bullets had passed through the Tétel: 
the first was too high, having entered above the shoulder—this had dropped 
the animal for a moment; the second was through the flank.” 
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