At this moment Palliser and V.Baker came running up, thinking that we had found the elephant.
The buck was standing upon some snow-white quartz rocks when I fired, and upon an examination of the spot frothy patches of blood showed that he was struck through the lungs.

Men are bloodthirsty animals, for nothing can exceed the pleasure, after making a long shot, of finding the blood-track on the spot when the animal is gone.

We soon tracked him up, and found him lying dead in the jungle within twenty yards of the spot.

This buck was the first head of game we had bagged, with the exception of a young elk that I had shot on horseback during the ride from Dambool.

We had plenty of snipe, and, what with fish, wildfowl, and venison, our breakfast began to assume an inviting character.