THE BONGO 
on the top of a hill, he pointed out to me, approximately, the spot in the 
forest below where the first specimen he obtained, which was an adult 
female, had been killed some eighteen months previously by the Wan- 
dorobo. He had offered these savages a large reward if they would kill a 
bongo near his station and bring him to it at once, in order that he might 
skin it properly himself. This first specimen obtained by Mr Isaac was 
brought to bay in very thick bush by native dogs, and killed with a poisoned 
arrow. Subsequently, Mr Isaac told me, he went out himself with the 
Wandorobo, and added a very good dog of his own to their pack. Three 
more bongo antelopes were killed — the big male now shown in the 
Mammal Gallery of the Natural History Museum, and two females. 
These were all shot by Mr Isaac himself after they had been brought to 
bay by the dogs. When pursued by dogs, Mr Isaac told me, the bongo will 
rather creep through dense patches of bush than attempt to jump over 
them. But these animals always make for the thickest cover, and in the 
case of the old male Mr Isaac told me that when the dogs got up to it it 
had forced itself into such a tangle of dense jungle that it could not possibly 
get any further, and he only succeeded in getting near enough to shoot it 
by crawling a long way on his stomach under the bush. 
