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no wind, except an occasional and very gentle breath. 
With a low growl she stalked through the tall grass. 
Had she got my wind ? Something must have been 
wrong, for I was motionless, and held my very breath 
in my anxiety to bag a fine leonine specimen. 
At shady sundown I still lay in the same position, and 
the lioness came again. But she would not venture out 
upon the little open patch where lay the zebras. She 
assuredly must have winded me. I waited until late in 
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the night, when clouds were coursing across and obscur¬ 
ing the friendly moon, and the gathering darkness urged 
me to retreat in case I might be no lono;er the hunter 
but the hunted. 
At last Mr. Kerr and his scanty following reached the 
Portuguese town of Tette on the Zambesi, where lie was 
hospitably received by the Governor. 
On the morning of the 1st of September, 1884, a fierce 
wind scoured through the silent streets of Tette, raising 
clouds of dust and afterwards bringing down a heavy 
shower of rain, the earliest of the season. 
