African Game Trails 
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Ulyate and eland calf brought in by Masai. 
From a photograph by Kermit Roosevelt. 
and the porters to follow slowly, the gun- 
bearers and I walked quartering toward 
them. They hesitated about going, and 
when I had come as close as I dared, I mo¬ 
tioned to the two gun-bearers to continue 
walking, and dropped on one knee. I had 
the little Springfield, and was anxious to 
test the new sharp-pointed military bullet 
on some large animal. The biggest bull 
was half facing me, just two hundred and 
eighty yards off; I fired a little bit high and 
a trifle to the left; but the tiny ball broke 
his back and the splendid beast, heavy as a 
prize bull, came plunging and struggling to 
the ground: The other bull started to run 
off, but after I had walked a hundred yards 
forward, he actually trotted back toward 
his companion; then halted, turned, and 
galloped across my front at a distance of a 
hundred and eighty yards; and him too I 
brought down with a single shot. The little 
full-jacketed, sharp-pointed bullet made 
a terrific rending compared with the heavier, 
ordinary-shaped bullet of the same com¬ 
position. 
I was much pleased with my two prizes, 
for the National Museum particularly de¬ 
sired a good group of eland. They were 
splendid animals, like beautiful heavy 
cattle; and I could not sufficiently admire 
their sleek, handsome, striped coats, their 
shapely heads, fine horns, and massive 
bodies. The big bull, an old one, loojced 
blue at a distance; he was very heavy and 
his dewlap hung down just as with cattle. 
His companion, although much less heavy, 
was a full-grown bull in his prime, with 
longer horns; for the big one’s horns had 
begun to wear down at the tips. In their 
stomachs were grass, and, rather to my sur¬ 
prise, aloe leaves. 
We had two canvas cloths with us, which 
Heller had instructed me to put over any¬ 
thing I shot, in order to protect it from the 
sun; so, covering both bulls, I left a porter 
with them, and sent in another to notify 
Heller—who came out with an ox-wagon to 
bring in the skins and meat. I had killed 
these two eland bulls, as well as the buck 
gazelle (bringing down each with a single 
bullet) within three-quarters of an hour 
after leaving camp. 
I wanted a topi, and continued the hunt. 
The country swarmed with the herds and 
flocks of the Masai, who own a wealth of 
live stock. Each herd of cattle and don¬ 
keys or flock of sheep was guarded by its 
herdsmen; bands of stalwart, picturesque 
warriors, with their huge spears and ox- 
