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“On reaching the kraal we were making for, I told Longman to cook me some 
breakfast, and whilst he was frying me some Reed-buck steaks, I had a talk with the 
head-man, Gugawi, and told him the reason of my visit. He replied that the ‘ unbala- 
intendi’ were numerous in the jungle just behind his kraal, and promised to do his best 
to help me to secure the specimens I wanted, though, like everyone else, he said the 
animals were very cunning and difficult to get a sight of. As soon as I had had my 
breakfast I asked Gugawi to give me a man who was well acquainted with the habits 
of the Inyala, as I wished to go into the bush after them without any loss of time. He 
gave me one of his sons, and, accompanied by Longman and one of the Kaffirs who had 
come from Mr. Wissels’s store, we forthwith entered the jungle, which extended to 
within a few yards of the kraal. From this we were not distant more than 200 yards 
before we saw fresh Inyala-spoor plainly imprinted in the wet ground. The rain at 
least had done us this service, that it had washed out all old spoor and rendered any 
fresh tracks quite conspicuous. We now commenced to creep very cautiously through 
the thick thorny bush, making our way for the most part through tunnels made by 
hippopotami during their night excursions in search of food. We had usually to walk 
bent nearly double, often having to creep on our hands and knees; and, as the air was now 
very hot and steamy, we were soon bathed in perspiration. Now and again we came to 
little open spaces in the bush, and in one of these which we passed through soon after 
leaving the kraal I saw a very handsome Crested Guinea-fowl, which looked very much 
like the birds I have seen on the Central Zambesi, to the east of the Victoria Falls. 
“ We had been creeping about the bush in the uncomfortable manner I have described 
for about an hour, when we came suddenly upon a little circular opening some fifty or 
sixty yards in diameter. As we approached the edge of this open space, advancing very 
cautiously in a stooping attitude down a hippopotamus-path, my guide suddenly dropped 
to the ground. As he did so, I got a clear view past him, and saw standing amongst 
the grass and bush, just on the further side of the opening, what I knew was an Inyala 
ewe, as I could distinctly see it was reddish in colour. I could see no other animal 
near her, and, as I required two specimens of Inyala ewes, the one for the British and 
the other for the South-African Museum, I lost no time about firing at the animal in ~ 
question, which I saw drop instantly to the shot. But even as she did so, there 
appeared in her place, or very close to where she had stood, a great black shaggy form, 
which, indistinctly as I could see it in the deep shadow of the bush, I knew was an 
Inyala ram, the first that my eyes had ever looked upon in the flesh. My rifle was a 
single-barrelled one ; and before I could fire the shot that might make that rare and 
beautiful beast mine, I had to open the breech of my rifle, take another cartridge from 
my belt, slip it into the chamber, close the breech again, and then raise the rifle to my 
shoulder and take aim. All this meant time and noise. Would the Jnyala, which 
stood like a statue by the dead body of its mate, give me the few seconds I required to 
take his own life too? I little thought he would; but he did; and as I raised my rifle 
once more, and took a quick but careful sight at his dark shoulder, I felt, as I pulled 
the trigger, that he was mine. 
«As the report of the rifle sounded, he plunged madly forward and was instantly 
