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of manoeuvring, and by taking advantage 
of a second rain squall, I got a standing 
shot at him at four hundred yards, and hit 
him, but too far back. Although keeping 
a good distance away, he tacked and veered 
so, as he ran, that by much running myself 
I got various other shots at him, at very 
long range, but missed them all, and he 
finally galloped over a distant ridge, his 
long tail switching, seemingly not much the 
worse. We followed on horseback; for I 
hate to let any wounded thing escape to 
suffer. But meanwhile he had run into 
view of Kermit; and Kermit—who is of an 
age and build which better fit him for suc¬ 
cessful breakneck galloping over unknown 
country dotted with holes and bits of rotten 
ground—took up the chase with enthu¬ 
siasm. Yet it was sunset, and after a run 
of six or eight miles, that he finally ran into 
and killed the tough old bull, which had 
turned to bay, snorting and tossing its horns. 
Meanwhile I managed to get within 
three hundred and fifty yards of a herd, and 
picked out a large cow which was unac¬ 
companied by a calf. Again my bullet 
went too far back; and I could not hit the 
animal at that distance as it ran. But 
after going half a mile it lay down, and 
would have been secured without difficulty 
if a wretched dog had not run forward and 
put it up; my horse was a long way back, 
but Pease, who had been looking on at a 
distance, was mounted, and sped after it. 
By the time I had reached my horse Pease 
was out of sight; but riding hard for some 
miles I overtook him, just before the sun 
went down, standing by the cow which he 
had ridden down and slain. It was long 
after nightfall before we reached camp, 
ready for a hot bath and a good supper. 
As always thereafter with-anything we shot, 
we used the meat for food and preserved 
the skins for the National Museum. Both 
the cow and the bull were fat and in fine 
condition; but they were covered with 
ticks, especially wherever the skin was bare. 
Around the eyes the loathsome creatures 
swarmed so as to make complete rims, like 
spectacles; and in the armpits and the 
groin they were massed so that they looked 
like barnacles on an old boat. It is aston¬ 
ishing that the game should mind them 
so little; the wildebeest evidently dreaded 
far more the biting flies which hung around 
them; and the maggots of the bot-flies in 
their nostrils must have been a sore tor¬ 
ment. Nature is merciless indeed. 
The next day we rode some sixteen miles 
to the beautiful hills of Kitanga, and for 
over a fortnight were either Pease’s guests 
at his farm—ranch, as we should call it in 
the West—or were on safari under his 
guidance. 
BOOKS IN THE PIGSKIN LIBRARY 
Bible. 
Apocrypha. 
Borrow: “Bible in Spain.” 
“Zingali.” 
“ WtoTwaies.” 
“The Romany Rye.” 
Shakespeare. 
Spenser: “Faerie Queen.” 
Marlowe. 
Mahan: “Sea Power.” 
Macaulay: History. 
Essays. 
Poems. 
Homer: “Iliad.” 
“ Odyssey.” 
La Chanson de Roland. 
“Nibelungenlied.” 
Carlyle: “Frederick the Great.” 
Shelley: Poems. 
Bacon: Essays. 
Lowell: Literary Essays. 
“ Biglow Papers.” 
Emerson: Poems. 
Longfellow. 
Tennyson. 
Poe: Tales. 
Poems. 
Keats. 
Milton: “Paradise Lost” (Books I and II.) 
Dante: “Inferno” (Carlyle’s translation.) 
Holmes: “Autocrat.” 
“Over the Teacups.” 
Bret Harte: Poems. 
“Tales of the Argonauts.” 
“Luck of Roaring Camp.” 
Browning: Selections. 
Crothers: “ Gentle Reader.” 
Mark Twain: “ Huckleberry Finn.” 
“Tom Sawyer.” 
Bunyan’s “Pilgrim’s Progress.” 
Euripides (Murray’s translation.) “Hippolytus.’ 
“Bacchae.” 
Scott: “Legend of Montrose.” 
“Guy Mannering.” 
“ Waverley.” 
“Rob Roy.” 
“Antiquary.” 
Cooper: “Pilot.” 
■c, . . “Two Admirals.” 
Froissart. 
Percy’s Reliques. 
Thackeray’s “Vanity Fair” and “Pendennis.” 
Dickens: “Mutual Friend.” 
