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running up the knoll, fired over the heads of the flying herd to 
turn them. They stopped, startled at the dust raised by the 
bullet in front of them, and wheeling, came straight back to 
within five hundred yards, when my next shot dropped a harte- 
beest in his tracks. Off they went again in wild terror, the 
wildebeest with tails in the air, the picture of wild fright, in 
ludicrous contrast to their fierce appearance. Firing, I turned 
them hither and thither, but failed to drop another before they 
disappeared in the dark line of bush fringing the flat. I felt 
certain that at least one more buck was hard hit; but as there 
was now more meat than we could conveniently pack away, I 
said no more about it when the cart came up, and quickly had 
the dead ones cut up, and then trekked on to water. 
Approaching the Klamachanyaana succession of pans, we 
saw the first tall black-stemmed ‘ kolahni ’ palm-trees, soon to 
be a daily feature in our wanderings. With our rifles we 
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shot down some of the date-like fruit, growing in bunches 
under the leaves, about sixty feet above our heads. The fruit 
proved to be about the size of a small orange, nut-brown in 
colour, and of a hard, fibrous substance, which, to our disap¬ 
pointment, was not edible. 
Here, also, we passed through the first Mopani forest, com- 
