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gnawed his food. We found, too, at a short distance 
a piece of dropped flesh, and either side of it the pugs 
holding on and quiescent. 
Our men, as a rale, wore tremendously heavy 
sandals, which turned up at the front like the prow 
of a ship, but when stalking the hunters discarded 
these and were barefooted. For stalking some game 
the lightest of footwear is essential, and though, as a 
rale, I wore nothing but boots, I found a pair of 
mocassins very handy on occasions ; they are too hot, 
though, for wear in such a country, and the knowing 
and learned shikari provides himself with cotton shoes. 
The thorns are too insistent to make any light foot- 
wear pleasurable to me, but I have gone the length of 
taking off my boots and running in stocking feet when 
a particularly alert koodoo needed an exceptionally 
careful stalk, but it was a painful business, even if 
necessary, and I don’t advocate it. 
Two exquisite lesser koodoo does crossed our front 
going like the wind, and we heard a distant bark. 
Otherwise the jungle slept in the heat of the sun. Our 
ponies drooped their heads as the fierce rays smote 
them between the eyes. Waves of heat seemed to 
come rising and rising as the hoofs churned up the sand. 
We dismounted presently, and two of the hunters 
bestrode the ponies and fell behind. Fresh lion spoor 
was now crossing the old trail, and we decided to 
follow it up. We came on some very dense mimosa and 
khansa, and in this zareba the pugs vanished. We 
encircled the whole place. There were no other 
prints. Our quarry was run to earth. Cecily fired 
