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My cousin waited for the creature to rest a second, 
and then did what I consider the finest shot of the 
trip. She brought her quarry down from a great 
height, two hundred and ten yards at least, smack, 
to a little grassy knoll beneath, stone dead. I patted 
her on the back. It was a wonderful and never-to-be- 
forgotten achievement. We had no end of a difficulty 
to reach the place, and arrived, our joy knew no 
bounds. It might be said of our trip as of the life of 
King Charles, that nothing in all of it so much became 
it as the ending, for this, our last trophy of all, proved 
to be the somewhat rare Pelzeln’s Gazelle. It is not 
at all rare in the Marmitime, I believe, but necessitating 
a special expedition there to bag one. The gazelle had 
quite good horns, topping eight inches. He was fawn 
in colour, darker on the back, with a black tail. The 
females of this species carry horns also. 
I stayed up in the rocks on guard until Cecily 
brought Clarence and one of the hunters to do the 
carrying of our treasure, Cecily and I having gone 
out of that business. 
In camp now the greatest activity reigned, the men 
working so very willingly, taking no end of pains 
with the heads and skulls and skins. And the cook, 
Cecily’s cook, made us weird hashes and tea till we 
feared for our digestions. 
