A FINE ELAND BULL. 
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The next morning I followed the right river-bank, 
and pursued a good herd of eland the whole day. I 
came op to them twice, and the first time singled out 
what I thought was a good bull, but, owing to their 
standing in the deep shade of some trees, I made a 
mistake and shot a very moderate one instead. The 
herd went off a long way, and I did not come up to 
them again till noon, and then only to find they had 
halted in an almost impossible place. However, after 
two hours’ stalking and crawling literally inch by inch, 
sometimes fully exposed to their view, I got a shot 
within eighty yards, and eventually secured a splendid 
bull with thick horns about twenty-eight inches long. 
He took two shots, as at first he trotted off with the 
rest as if none the worse, but before long turned away 
from the herd, and after climbing half-way up a steep 
little hill, lay down and enabled me to give him the 
coup cle grace. 
I found the first shot had hit him fair behind the 
shoulder, producing a wound which would have brought 
down most other antelope within a hundred yards, but 
the eland is one of the toughest of all its tribe, and 
Jackson told me he had given up attempting to shoot 
them with anything less formidable than an eight-bore. 
The eland is the largest of the whole antelope group, 
being almost as heavy as a fair-sized English bullock, 
and, in the case of old bulls, the coats are thin and grey 
in colour. 
On March the 29th we returned to Taveta, having 
been absent nearly seven weeks. On the way we met 
