A sporting trip through Abyssinia : a narrative of a nine months' journey from the plains of the Hawash to the snows of Simien, with a description of the game, from elephant to ibex, and notes on the manners and customs of the natives . akes, of which my 339 340 A SPORTING TRIP THROUGH ABYSSINIA men despatched several every day. Although we sawnumerous roan, tora, waterbuck, bushbuck, and oribi, itwas not till the third day that we found some buffalo tracks, which we followedfor four hours. At last Icaught sight of the herdlying right out in theopen, and, crawling upbehind a bamboo clump,I cou
A sporting trip through Abyssinia : a narrative of a nine months' journey from the plains of the Hawash to the snows of Simien, with a description of the game, from elephant to ibex, and notes on the manners and customs of the natives . akes, of which my 339 340 A SPORTING TRIP THROUGH ABYSSINIA men despatched several every day. Although we sawnumerous roan, tora, waterbuck, bushbuck, and oribi, itwas not till the third day that we found some buffalo tracks, which we followedfor four hours. At last Icaught sight of the herdlying right out in theopen, and, crawling upbehind a bamboo clump,I counted a bull, two cows,and a two-year-old. Soonthe animals got up andmoved across our front,a cow as usual taking thelead. Fearing that shewould discover us, I hadto fire at the bull, whowas partly hidden in alittle dip of the ground,and, of course, missedclean ! In a moment theherd were out of sightand, by the time I hadsprung to my feet, hadgained the shelter of an-Any one who has workedfor weeks for one special kind of big game, andhas at last had a fair chance, and missed it, canappreciate my feelings and language at the think I can recall five such occasions within aperiod of ten years, each of which will live in my. The Wise Virgins. Other bamboo thicket. WART-HOG 341 memory far longer than will any red-letter day ofsuccess. Next morning, after four and a half hours of con-tinuous rain, I started along the river bank and came ona sounder of wart-hog. Having watched them for sometime, I decided to shoot the boar, a fine old fellow,but he was far too cautious a hand to expose himself,always feeding in long grass or under a bush. At last Igot a chance and fired, when away he dashed, leaving aheavy blood trail behind. After following for somedistance, I sat down for a hour to give him time to restand grow stiff, and then again took up the we found two pools of blood, where he hadlain down, and finally Ali spotted him, stretched out atthe foot of a bamb
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