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half-grown pigs for the table, but I am sorry to say that I 
missed several chances at good boars. Finally one day I 
got up to just two hundred and fifty yards from a good boar 
as he stood broadside to me; firing with the little Spring- 
field I put the bullet through both shoulders, and he was 
dead when we came up. 
But of course the swarms of game consisted of zebra 
and hartebeest. At no time, when riding in any direction 
across these plains, were we ever out of sight of them. 
Sometimes they would act warily and take the alarm when 
we were a long distance off. At other times herds would 
stand and gaze at us while we passed within a couple of 
hundred yards. One afternoon we needed meat for the 
safari, and Cuninghame and I rode out to get it. Within 
half a mile we came upon big herds both of hartebeest and 
zebra. They stood to give me long-range shots at about 
three hundred yards. I wounded a zebra, after which 
Cuninghame rode. While he was off, I killed first a zebra 
and then a hartebeest, and shortly afterward a cloud of dust 
announced that Cuninghame was bringing a herd of game 
toward me. I knelt motionless, and the long files of red 
coated hartebeest and brilliantly striped zebra came gallop¬ 
ing past. They were quite a distance off, but I had time 
for several shots at each animal I selected, and I dropped 
one more zebra and one more hartebeest, in addition, I 
regret to add, to wounding another hartebeest. The four 
hartebeest and zebra lay within a space of a quarter of a 
mile; and half a mile further I bagged a tommy at two 
hundred yards-—his meat was for our own table, the kon- 
goni and the zebra being for the safari. 
On another day, when Heatley and I were out together, 
