In This Manner I Managed To Get
Unobserved To The Lee Of My Hillock, Where I
Dismounted, Threw The Reins Over A Stump, And
Crawled Stealthily But As Quickly As I Could To
The Top.
I was in great doubt as to whether I
should be in time or not, but on peering,
hatless, over the crest, I was overjoyed to find the
whole herd just below me.
One of the eland,
not twenty yards off, saw me at once, and stood
still to gaze at me in astonishment. It was a
female, however, so I took no notice of her, but
looked round to see if my great bull were
anywhere near. Yes, there he was; he had passed
the spot where I lay, but was not more than forty
yards off, moving in the same leisurely fashion as
when I first saw him. An instant later, he
noticed the general alarm caused by my
appearance, and stopped and turned half round to see
what was the matter. This gave me my
opportunity, so I fired, aiming behind the shoulder.
The way in which he jumped and kicked on
feeling the lead told me I had hit him hard, and I
got two more bullets into him from the magazine
of my .303 before he managed to gain the
shelter of a neighbouring thicket and was lost to
sight. In the meantime the whole herd had
thundered off at full gallop, disappearing in a few
minutes in a cloud of dust.
I was confident that there would be little
difficulty in finding the wounded eland, and on
Landaalu coming up - which, by the way, he did
almost immediately, for he was a wonderful goer
- we started to make a rough search through the
thicket. Owing to the growing darkness,
however, we met with no success, so I decided to
return to camp, which was many miles away, and
to resume the quest at daybreak the following
morning. It turned out that we were even
further from home than I thought, and black night
came upon us before we had covered a quarter of
the distance. Fortunately the invaluable Landaalu
had discovered a good crossing over the swamp,
so we were able to press on at a good pace
without losing any time in overcoming the
obstacle. After an hour or so of hard travelling,
we were delighted to see a rocket go up, fired
by my friends to guide us on our way. Such a
sight is wonderfully cheering when one is far
away from camp, trudging along in the inky
darkness and none too certain of one's direction;
and a rocket equipment should invariably be
carried by the traveller in the wilds. Several
more were sent up before we got anywhere near
camp, and I remarked to Landaalu that we must
have gone a very long way after the eland.
"Long way," he replied; "why, Master, we
have been to Baringo!" This lake as a matter
of fact was fully fifty miles away.
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