hour, the last part of the time when the little except herds of zebra, of both kinds, 
trail wandered among and through the occasional oryx and eland, and a few gi- 
heavy thickets under the trees on the river raffe. A stallion of the big kangani zebra 
banks; here I walked beside the tracker which I shot stood fourteen hands high at 
with my rifle at full cock, for we could not the withers and weighed about eight hun- 
tell what instant we might be charged, dred and thirty pounds, according to the 
But his trail finally crossed the river, and Seton beam. I shot another kangani just 
as he was going stronger and stronger we at nightfall, a mile or so from camp, as it 
had to abandon the chase. In the water- drank in a wild, tree-clad gorge of the river, 
less country, away from the river, we found I was alone, strolling quietly through the 
dusk, along the mar¬ 
gin of the high banks 
by the stream, and 
saw a mixed herd of 
zebras coming down 
to a well-worn drink¬ 
ing-place, evidently 
much used by game, 
on the opposite side 
of the river. They 
were alert and ner¬ 
vous, evidently on 
the lookout for both 
lions and crocodiles. 
I singled out the 
largest, the leader of 
the troop, and shot 
it across the stream; 
I have rarely taken 
a shot among more 
A Masai donkey, loaded with their worldly goods. picturesque SUr- 
From a photograph by Kennit Roosevelt rOUndingS. 
