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Seton beam. I shot another kangani just at nightfall, a 
mile or so from camp, as it drank in a wild, tree-clad gorge 
of the river. I was alone, strolling quietly through the 
dusk, along the margin of the high banks by the stream, 
and saw a mixed herd of zebras coming down to a well- 
worn drinking-place, evidently much used by game, on the 
opposite side of the river. They were alert and nervous, 
evidently on the lookout for both lions and crocodiles. I 
singled out the largest, the leader of the troop, and shot it 
across the stream; I have rarely taken a shot among more 
picturesque surroundings. 
At our final camp on the river, before leaving it on our 
week's steady trek southward to Neri, we found a spot 
in which game abounded. It was about ten miles back 
from the river, a stretch of plain sparsely covered with 
thorn-trees, broken by koppies, and bounded by chains of 
low, jagged mountains, with an occasional bold, isolated 
peak. The crags and cliff walls were fantastically carved and 
channelled by the weathering of ages in that dry climate. 
It was a harsh, unlovely spot in the glare of the hot day¬ 
light; but at sunset it was very lovely, with a wild and 
stern beauty. 
Here the game abounded, and was not wary. Before 
starting out on our week’s steady marching I wished to 
give the safari a good feed; and one day I shot them five 
zebra and an oryx bull, together with a couple of gazelle 
for ourselves and our immediate attendants—enough of 
the game being hallalled to provide for the Mohammedans 
in the safari. I also shot an old bull giraffe of the northern 
not come down out of the belly skin; one of those shot by Kermit showed the same 
peculiarity; Cuninghame says it is a common occurrence with this species. More¬ 
over the stallions did not have their canine teeth developed. 
