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HUNTING IN THE SOTIK 
Bluffs near one of our camping places 
From a photograph by Edmund Heller 
Tranquil- 
lity’s head—whereat the good placid old fellow at once began 
grazing—and walked diagonally toward the biggest cow, 
which was ahead of the others. The tall, handsome un¬ 
gainly creatures were nothing like as shy as the smaller 
game had shown themselves that morning, and of course 
they offered such big targets that three hundred yards was 
There were 
seven gi¬ 
raffes, a me¬ 
dium-sized 
bull, four 
cows, and 
two young 
ones; and, 
funnily 
enough, the 
young ones 
were by far 
the shyest 
and most 
suspicious. I 
did not want 
to kill a bull 
unless it was 
exceptionally 
large; where¬ 
as I did want 
two cows and 
a young one, 
for the Mu¬ 
seum. When 
quarter of a 
mile away I 
dismounted, 
