Pine Bluff daily graphic., 1896-04-19

glant game, not yet aroused to their top speed, stealing away in front with awkward, immense strides and swav- ing necl1s, you will note great differ enee in eoloring. The bull, there. tower ing above the rest, is dark chestnut. deepening almost to black unon h.s back. That great COW, heading the troop, is brilliant tawny orange; two other cows, just behind her, again, are of paler tint; while the stiity, half grown calf, shufflfng alongside, is a sort of washy lawn.
 There is some awkward bush to be ridden through before the hunters can get into a real gallop, and the horse of the right7handed Englishman, in cross ing a grassy clearing, puts it's foot into Q Jackal's earth, and with it's rider comes down an imperial crowner The hunter is on his feet in an instant. picks up his rifle, mounts again and sets his pony at the hardest gallop, knock ing his weapon against his boot to clear 1t of red sand as he thunders along. The rifle is quickly cleared, the cartridges are in again, and he can devote his whole attention to the tall game in front.
 Nothing is more deceptive than the pace of running giraffe You think. as you see the gigantic creatures ambling easily in front of you, that they are no. hurrying themselves. Don't believe it 1. Those mast-liIe, painted forms are go- ing two for your one Look at the length of their stilt-lille legs. The fallen hunter and his nag have for some minutes been doing all they know how, and, the great game now sheering their way, they now press to within 70 yards of their tails. But the giraffes realize their danger and tack off to the left again, and now, their long, black tails screwed over their sterns, occasionally switching vigorously Ga sure sign that they are in full flight and going their hardest), they leap and rock along at an astonishing speed. The long neeks, which in their easier paces swung up and down in slow pendulum-like mo- tion, are now going much faster. Giraffes walk and run by moving the two limbs on one side simultaneously as does the eamel-and their top spee1 is attained by a series of ambling bounds, in which the hind legs spread very widely and awllwardly Yet their pace is such that unless you drive your horse at the hardest gallop and run right Up to them in the first two miles of the chase they are extremely likely to outstay and getaway from you.
 But in avoiding one of the hunters, the flying troop has allowed the other Eng lishman to approach them. By riding hard he has got. within 100 yards of their line, and now as the gretesque pro- cession comes swinging past, he leaps from his pony, takes aim at one of the leading cows, and puIIsI the trigger The bullet ''zwacks''-as a Boer would say-as loudly as if it had struck barn door; the big cow staggers to the shock but recoVers herself and passes on with the rest. One more barrel the hunter empties at the fast receding troop, but this time the bullet flies wide Turning for his pony, the gunner with intense vexation sees it trotting away into the bush; there is some little delay before he catches it again; his chance is gone for the present, and his friend mean while takes up the running. Urging his nag with knee and spur and voice to it's utmost, he is at last within 50 yards of the flying giants. Leaping off he gets in two good shots at the biggest COW in the troop, then mounts again and gallops off. The bull giraffe, from his strong odor and ill-tasting flesh, is usually avoided by men who want meat for their camp. The COW is hard hit, but not vitally, and although tailing off q little she pegs away lustily. Once more the mounted man has galloped away within hail and got his shot. Still the tall giantess has not fallen. But she is falling now, her race is run; the hunt CT forces his horse past her, dismounts, and as she staggers by, one final bullet behind the head brings her crashing to the ground.
 The chase has led from the forest land into a 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 perspiration, looks in front, and l WaLcQeS the TeDldllluCI Ol lllC OiOOp Fdll- ishing in the distance. Last of them all, | tagging a little, runs the other wounded COW. upon whose blood-spoor tomorrow the eager Masarwas will follow.
 Then, dismountirg by the prone gi- raffe, the Englishman proceeds to ex- anime his prize, surely one of the rarest that man may wish for. Fifty years hence, will there be any giraffe to hunt in all Africa? Not many, trow. The world wears old; game is going fast, and giraffes, like many other noble beasts, are doomed. With some conn junction, the hunters eye runs over the 1 vast dimensions of the mass of flesh | lying there in the yellow grass. Few l things in animal life are more beautiful, yet more strange. As he presses his fingers against the immensely thick dappled hide. the dead quadruped seems to be enveloped in mantle of bronze so hard and unyielding is it's skin. The short, sloping body, the swan-like neck, the stilt like, disproportionate