The Seattle post-intelligencer. [volume] (Seattle, Wash. Terr. [Wash.]) 1888-1914, 1896-04-19

hard he has got within 100 yards OF their
line. and now as the grotesQue procession
GENES swinging past. he leaps from his
pcuy, takes aim al one Of the leading
cows. ard pulls trigger The bullet
'.zwscks-as Beer would say-es loudly
as II II lad struck a barn door. the big
COW staggsrs 10 the shock but RECEIVERS
herself and passes on with the rest Ono
more barrel the hunter empties At the
fast recefing troop. but this time the bull
let h!es wide. Turning for his pony. the
gunner with intense vexation sees II trot-
tirng away into the bush: there is some
little delay before he catches II again:
his chance Is gone for the present. and
his friend meanwhile takes up the rlsa-
ming Urging his nag with Knee ana spur
and voice TO its utmost he s al last
within. tifty yards OF the Tying giants
Leapsng of he gets in two good shots at
the biggest COW in the troop, then he
mounts again and gallops on The bull
giraffe, from his strong odor and il-iast-
ing flesh, Is generally avoided by men
who want meat for their camp. The cow
Is hard h-t. but not vitality. and although
falling or a little she pegs away Justify.
Once more the mounted man mas gailoped
away within hal and got ms shot. StIi
the tall giantess has rot fallen But she
Is failing now, her race Is run; the hunt
er forces his horse past her. dismounts.
and as she stasgers by ore final bullet
behind the head brings her crashing TO
the ground.
The chase has led from the forest land
into big open grass plain here and
there solitary camel thorn tree rears
itself. Shading his eyes with his hand.
the victorious hunter now streaming with
preparation, looks in front anu watches
the remainder OF the troop vanishing IN
the distance. Last OF them ali, tagging
little. runs the other wounded COW. upon
whose blood spoor tomorrow the eager
Mssarwas will follow.
Then dismounting by the prone girane
the Englshman proceeds to examine MS
prize. surely one of the rarest that man
may wish for. Fifty years hence Will
there be any giraffe to hunt IN AREA!
Not many l trow. The world wears Old.
game Is going fast. and the giranes, IKE
many other noble beasts. are doomed
With some compunction the hunters eye
runs over the vast dimensions OF the
mass Of flesh lying there IN the yeiiow
grass Few things in animal life are
more beautiful, yet more strange As ne
presses his fingers against the Immensely
thick dappled hide, the dead qua
seems to be enyeloped IN mantle OK
bronze--so hard and unyielding is IT'S SKIN.
The short. sioping body, the swah-NAe
neck, the stilt-like disproportionate legs
the gentle somewhat deer-like head. with
dark, melting eyes, now dulled in death
and the curiously large. prehensiie upper
Up. thick Of skin, vet soft and velyety; all
these things unite 10 make the Crane,
alive or dead, seem more wonderful each
time il Is examined afresh.
But now the native rider has cahtered
,p. and soon after comes the second Eng
Ishman. The BamangSato man, drawing
his knife pierces with some difficulty the
skin of the cows back and pronounces
her very fat. The Bushmen are soon up,
running hard upon the spoor. and the
work of skinning begins Five hours
later the hunters are at their camp laden
with flesh and hide and marrow bones
The Masarwas stay beside the carcass
all night to feast upon the flesh and COM
plete the work of cutting up.