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herder’s work than is ordinarily supposed. The 
herder must be out before sun-up, as the sheep 
do not linger long on the bed ground, but are 
soon up and scattered across the plains crop¬ 
ping the scant grass or nibbling at the tops of 
the sage brush. Coyotes and wolves are so 
numerous that it is necessary to keep constant 
lookout. Inasmuch as one herder must care 
for an average of 2,500 to 3,000 sheep, in a band, 
it _ will be recognized at once that caring for a 
widely scattered flock of that size would soon 
exhaust a man if he had no dog. 
The dogs render invaluable service, however. 
They are constantly circling about the feeding 
flock, and driving in the sheep that become too 
widely scattered for safety. The good temper 
of the dogs is endless. Their work is particu¬ 
larly difficult in herding buck sheep. The bucks 
are saucy and inclined to fight, as a rule, and 
every once in a while a big fellow makes a 
charge at the sheep dog and occasionally lands 
with a force of a battering ram. But the sheep 
dog never tries to retaliate, but continues his 
patient work as guardian to the foolish flock. 
Even at night, when the band has been worked 
back toward camp, and is bedded down, the 
dog’s work is not ended. The sheep is the most 
easily frightened of all animals, particularly at 
night. 
A slight noise will send the whole sleeping 
band to its feet and scurry through the dark¬ 
ness. Unlike cattle, they do not run far, but 
when coyotes are waiting in every draw and 
arroyo_ it does not take much of a stampede to 
result in considerable loss. 
Naturally a strong bond of affection grows 
between the average sheep herder and his dog. 
The dog shares the comforts of the homelike 
sheep wagons in which most of the herders live. 
They have the best of food and care, which is 
no more than just when one considers the faith¬ 
ful and intelligent service they give. 
As a rule, when they have outlived their use¬ 
fulness, and can no longer undergo the ex¬ 
hausting work of herding sheep, the faithful 
dogs are replaced by younger animals and spend 
their remaining years on the “home ranch”— 
and who shall say that these pensioners have 
not earned all the favors they receive?—Los 
Angeles Times. 
BIG GAME SHOOTING IN AFRICA. 
I got my one and only buffalo in British East 
Africa, says Sir E. Lechmere in St. James 
Gazette. I knew there was a small herd of them 
m the locality, but they were in dense jungle, 
never coming to the plains before dark, and 
back again before daylight. For thirteen days I 
followed this herd through jungle in places so 
dark and thick I could not see fifteen yards 
ahead sometimes. Time after time I got up 
close to the herd, sometimes within fifteen yards, 
but could never get a shot. Oh, those long 
and weary days! How I should loathe to look 
back at them had they ended with a blank. 
But on the fourteenth day I got my chance 
and took it._ All that morning I had followed 
the spoor with my Wanderobo trackers, and at 
last we got close up to them once more. The 
track led through dense bush, and through a 
tunnel made by the beasts themselves. High 
above me the sun was beating fiercely on the 
plain and forest treetops, but there was silence 
and almost darkness. On my hands and knees 
I crawled, with my naked tracker close by me, 
and suddenly he stopped and pointed silently, 
motionless. 
Eleven dark shadows passed onto the track 
from the bush where they had been lying, and 
then the twelfth. It was so dark I could not be 
sure of the sex, but I knew the bull almost al¬ 
ways brings up the rear. I aimed as well as I 
could judge for the shoulder point, and fired 
both barrels. There was a crash of many hoofs 
trampling the brushwood, and then silence 
again. I knew I had not missed, but was he 
down or gone, and was it a bull, or, horrible 
thought, a cow? I waited and listened, and 
then suddenly I heard such a sound as I had 
never heard before. A terrific bellowing which 
thundered and reverberated through the dense 
forest, seeming louder in that confined space 
than the roar of any lion, and then it ceased. 
