climbing a tree, reported some buffalo just disappearing in 
very dense bush, a mile or so ahead. 
Crawling through almost impenetrable thorn thickets, on 
paths so low one could not wear a hat or assume anything 
but stooping position, we came into the midst of a small 
herd of buffalo, who stampeded immediately. The cover was 
so thick it was impossible to get sight of the animals, in 
order to shoot to any advantage. 
Rather discouraged, we pressed on and came at last upon 
another herd, just as this broke across a small clearing, open 
enough to allow of shooting, although only occasionally did 
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we get a glimpse of their heads and bodies, passing from bush 
to bush. Managed to get a fine head—fifty and one-half 
inches spread, on the curve. It really was a remarkable stroke 
of luck, as the specimen secured turned out to be the record 
head of British East Africa, although, when I pulled trigger, 
I had absolutely no idea that I was shooting at even the best 
animal within range. 
Our natives were wonders as trackers, and—also as run¬ 
ners; for, so soon as the buffalo stampeded or made a move, 
they would beat a hasty retreat. 
Spent several hours tracking another buffalo, which I had 
wounded, but failed to come up with him; a circumstance 
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