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the line of route to the tune of their jingling bells, 
but once off the road, and stalking black-buck, when 
constant halts and turns are necessary, according to 
the changing position of the game, a driver of a 
bullock-waggon has enough to do. 
He drives his sharp-pointed stick into the hind¬ 
quarters of one, then twists the tail of its companion 
till it is nearly fractured at a joint, then tickles them 
both simultaneously by dexterously driving his 
naked feet beneath their tails, as he sits upon the 
front bar of his cart, and indulges in ceaseless jerks 
and spasms. All these movements are really 
necessary to impel the bullocks, but they are much 
against success when the greatest quiet should be 
observed. In the meantime you walk either exactly 
behind or upon one side of the sheltering cart, ready 
with your rifle for a shot at 100 yards, which, if the 
cart is well managed, you should obtain, unless the 
black-buck have been much disturbed. 
In this manner we succeeded in approaching the 
recumbent buck to within 150 yards, before it rose 
lazily from the ground and regarded us with some 
astonishment. The cart-driver turned immediately 
towards the right, as though his intention was to 
leave it unmolested on our left. 
The buck evidently believed in our innocence. 
After a half-minute he again altered the course to 
our left to regain lost ground, and by careful judg¬ 
ment we presently found ourselves about no yards 
from the buck, which was standing up regarding our 
bullocks with some curiosity. 
