Stray Leaves from a Note Book. 139 
I had rather an amusing adventure. I shot, among other 
things, a huge vuUure. It was a new kind to me, and of a very 
large size. It flew out oi a tree and I downed it. 'i'hen 
(naturally supposing it to be dead), I got two of my men to hold 
it up while I " snapped "it. Then one of the men carried it 
on, as I wanted its skin. Two miles farther on I heard a fright- 
ened shout, behind me, and, turning swiftly, beheld a most 
ludicrous sight. The " dead " vulture had come to life ! The 
man was holdng it by its legs, and its great wings were whirling 
madly. Its great beak firmly embedded in the man's puttees. 
Tlie man had the " wind up " badly! " Udcgc kuhi mimi!" 
Photo F. Dazvsoii-Siiill li . 
Weavers' Nests. 
(The bird is eating me), he shouted. We were nearly helpless 
with laughter, but soon made sure the bird zuas dead, and thereby 
relieved the scared native. I suppose my shot had merely 
stunned it. 
Here's another vulture story. On one of our numerous 
shooting safaris I shot a wildbeeste at about 400 yards range. 
It was a magnificent bull with a splendid head. Cutting off its 
head, we — another officer and myself- -hauled it as far as we 
could and then got the car up and put it in. Then we went back 
