HUNTING ON LAKE SOLAI 
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directly towards us, came our eight waterbuck ! Sinking 
behind a friendly boulder, we watched them come with 
frequent halts, standing to gaze back over their shoulders. 
It was obvious that they had been startled by the 
retreating wild-dogs, and, luckily for us, in the presence 
of this new danger they had forgotten the old. For 
they were quite unsuspicious of our proximity, and all 
attention was concentrated on their rear, whence they 
clearly feared attack. A memorable picture they pre¬ 
sented as they trotted past close below, the bull leading 
—a true monarch, majestic in massive form and stately 
carriage. It was, however, downright bad luck for him 
to find a foe at each end of the trail, and a bullet on the 
shoulder ended his career. 
“ Though I had never before seen hunting-dogs 
(Lycaon pictus) in life, yet I instinctively recognised 
what these brutes were, partly by their half-white 
brushes flashing over the scrub as they puzzled out the 
scent, apparently interested rather than alarmed at our 
intrusion.” 
The photo overleaf shows the big dog above men¬ 
tioned, a fine adult, clean in fur, and with none of the 
mange that often disfigures these animals. 
Besides waterbuck and ostriches, there were aho 
around Lake Solai a few Jackson’s hartebeests, and the 
marsh swarmed wfith the East-African Bohor reedbuck 
(Cervicapra wardi). One day, riding together round 
the vlei , we were directed by the vultures to a good 
male specimen of this latter which had been killed the 
night before (as the pugs showed) by a leopard. On the 
hills above we shot steinbuck, oribi, klipspringer and 
wart-hog. 
Every morning at dawn we had sent out scouts 
in different directions to report on w T hat game they could 
discover-—and especially to locate a good rhino bull; 
but no satisfactory information was forthcoming by such 
means. One day we had together explored a long rock- 
girt valley that penetrated the hills towards the north- 
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