How Petty And
Insignificant Appeared My Hunts After Small Antelope And Wild Boar
What A Foolish Waste Of Energies Those Long Walks Through Damp
Grasses And Through Thorny Jungles!
Did I not well remember '
my first bitter experience in African jungles when in the maritime
But this - where is the nobleman's park that can match
this scene? Here is a soft, velvety expanse of young grass,
grateful shade under those spreading clumps; herds of large and
varied game browsing within easy rifle range. Surely I must
feel amply compensated now for the long southern detour I have
made, when such a prospect as this opens to the view! No
thorny jungles and rank smelling swamps are here to daunt the
hunter, and to sicken his aspirations after true sport! No
hunter could aspire after a nobler field to display his prowess.
Having settled the position of the camp, which overlooked one of
the pools found in the depression of the Gombe creek, I took my
double-barrelled smooth-bore, and sauntered off to the park-land.
Emerging from behind a clump, three fine plump spring-bok were
seen browsing on the young grass just within one hundred yards.
I knelt down and fired; one unfortunate antelope bounded upward
instinctively, and fell dead. Its companions sprang high into
the air, taking leaps about twelve feet in length, as if they
were quadrupeds practising gymnastics, and away they vanished,
rising up like India-rubber balls; until a knoll hid them from
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