. James Hannington, , , , first bishop of eastern equatorial Africa; a history of his life and work, 1847-1885. limb, but there wasnot one within reach. We were standing in dense mimosatangle about chest high ; flight through this was thought, Should I fire ? But I determined not to do so,for even if, by the greatest good fortune, I brought one tothe ground, there were still the other two. They them-selves at last took the initiative. The cow which I hadwounded stole away across the plain. I decided at once tofollow her and get another shot. The other two stood g
. James Hannington, , , , first bishop of eastern equatorial Africa; a history of his life and work, 1847-1885. limb, but there wasnot one within reach. We were standing in dense mimosatangle about chest high ; flight through this was thought, Should I fire ? But I determined not to do so,for even if, by the greatest good fortune, I brought one tothe ground, there were still the other two. They them-selves at last took the initiative. The cow which I hadwounded stole away across the plain. I decided at once tofollow her and get another shot. The other two stood gazingat us until they saw that she had out-distanced us, and thenthey quietly turned round and disappeared in the jungle. Like most other African travellers, Hannington has ahunters joke to tell against himself. As his is characteristic,it is worth repeating. The tangle of an African forest is so dense, that it is the easiest thing in the world to pass bythe largest game without seeing it, or even being aware ofits vicinity. The first warning of the neighbourhood of arhinoceros or buffalo is of^en a furious charge from some. •f^
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