96 TWO DIANAS IN SOMALILAND 
prize even if I had to go in after him myself. Satisfying 
myself that the water was not deep, I bribed the 
avaricious Somali to go in and help lift the animal whilst 
I rendered active assistance on dry land, and this was 
done. The Baron went in with a very bad grace, at 
which one cannot be surprised, and after prodigious 
splashing and any amount of exertion, for the buck 
was an immense weight, I held the dibatag out of the 
water whilst the Baron extricated himself, together 
with many leeches, from the pool. Then we both 
heaved together, and the buck was mine. The Baron 
now began to make such a fuss about his loss of blood 
caused by the leeches who would not let go, I told him 
to go home to camp and put salt on them and then 
recover, and ordered him meanwhile to send the syce 
back to me with my pony. 
I sat down and admired my dibatag, and was 
mightily pleased with my luck. For this antelope is 
very shy and difficult to stalk as a rule. Dibatag is, of 
course, the native name, but somehow the one most 
commonly used everywhere. The correct name is 
Clark’s Gazelle. The tail is really quite lengthy, and 
the one sported by my prize measured twelve-and-a- 
half inches. His horns were good and touched nine- 
and-three-quarter inches. Only the bucks carry horns. 
The dibatag was so large we had the greatest diffi- 
culty in packing him on to the pony as I wanted to do, 
so we finally skinned him, keeping his head and the 
feet, which I afterwards had mounted as bell-pulls. 
Going back to camp I came on Cecily, who recounted 
her adventures — not a quarter so interesting as mine, 
