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shoulder. I killed two or three half-grown pigs for 
the table, but 1 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 direc¬ 
tion 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 w r as 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 galloping 
past. They were quite a distance off, but I had time 
for several shots at each animal I selected, and 1 
dropped one more zebra and one more hartebeest, in 
addition, I regret to add, to wounding another harte¬ 
beest. The four hartebeest and zebra lay within a space 
of a quarter of a mile ; and half a mile farther I bagged 
a tommy at two hundred yards. His meat was for our 
own table, the kongoni and the zebra being for the 
safari. 
On another day when Heatley and I were out 
