210 
AN ELAND SHOT. 
Chap. XL 
But the Makololo shot so badly, that, in order to save my powder, 
I was obliged to go myself. 
We shot a beautiful cow-eland, standing in the shade of a fine 
tree. It was evident that she had lately had her calf killed by 
a lion, for there were five long deep scratches on both sides of 
her hind-quarters, as if she had run to the rescue of her calf, and 
the lion, leaving it, had attacked herself, but was unable to pull 
her down. When lying on the ground, the milk flowing from 
the large udder showed that she must have been seeking the 
shade, from the distress its non-removal in the natural manner 
caused. She was a beautiful creature, and Lebeole, a Makololo 
gentleman who accompanied me, speaking in reference to its 
size and beauty, said, “Jesus ought to have given us these 
instead of cattle.” It was a new undescribed variety of this 
splendid antelope. It was marked with narrow white bands 
across the body, exactly like those of the koodoo, and had a 
black patch of more than a hand-breadth on the outer side of 
the fore arm. 
