HARTEBEEST ANTELOPE 
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me out of the way, I sat down, and, aiming a little in front 
of the shoulder of the biggest, I pressed the trigger as he 
galloped broadside past me. The bullet struck him right 
through the shoulder, bowling him literally head over heels. 
The remainder of the herd turned sharp at the sound of the 
rifle, and galloped away from me, offering a poor chance. 
With a tape I always carried in my pocket I measured the 
distance, 205 yards, to the dead antelope. He was a fine 
fat beast, with horns 22 inches between the tips. After 
this we went after another herd, leaving two camel-men to 
skin the hartebeest and load the camel with his head, skin, 
and the best of his meat. 
As we walked along, I suddenly spied an oryx lying in 
the grass, about 200 yards away from a little bush. If I 
could only get to that bush, I should have a lovely quiet 
shot. Bending down, I ran towards it ; but no, the wily 
old oryx saw me, and was up in a moment. But so curious 
was he, that I gained the shelter of the bush whilst he 
