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gray, like a wild ass. When the two zebras are together 
the coloring of the smaller kind is more conspicuous. In 
scanning a herd with the glasses we often failed to make 
out the species until we could catch the broad black and 
white stripes on the rump of the common '‘bonte quagga.’’ 
There were many young foals with the kangani; I hap¬ 
pened not to see any with the BurchelFs. I found the kan¬ 
gani even more wary and more difficult to shoot than the 
oryx. The first one I killed was shot at a range of four 
hundred yards; the next I wounded at that distance, and 
had to ride it down, at the cost of a hard gallop over very 
bad country and getting torn by the ''wait a bit” thorns. 
There were a number of rhinos on the plains, dull of 
wit and senses, as usual. Three times we saw cows with 
calves trotting at their heels. Once, while my men were 
skinning an oryx, I spied a rhino less than half a mile off. 
Mounting my horse I cantered down, and examined it 
within a hundred yards. It was an old bull with worn 
horns, and never saw me. On another occasion, while we 
were skinning a big zebra, there were three rhinoceros, all 
in different places, in sight at the same time. 
There were also ostriches. I saw a party of cocks, with 
wings spread and necks curved backward, strutting and 
dancing. Their mincing, springy run is far faster than, 
when the bird is near by, it seems. The neck is held back 
in running, and when at speed the stride is twenty-one feet. 
No game is more wary or more difficult to approach. I 
killed both a cock and a hen—which I found the naturalists 
valued even more than a cock. We got them by stumbling 
on the nest, which contained eleven huge eggs, and was 
merely a bare spot in the sand, surrounded by grass two feet 
