The Fayette falcon. (Somerville, Tenn.) 190?-current, 1920-02-20

that M'sungo's impotence seemed to
be dying Down, and said so.
"0h," he explained, there's no great
hurry. We aren't after antelope, you
know. Three out of every five ele-
plants shot are killed at the noon hour.
If the one we are after is travelling,
wen lever, never see him, for he II
think nothing of ninety miles as a
days stroll. If he's feeding, and
that's the probability in this case,
we'll come up with him at the heat
of the day under big tree doing and
lazily tanning himself with his ears. :"
The country across the river was
contrast to anything Andrea had seen.
It was what Msungo called NANCY;
totally bare in spots and breaking out
In others into thorn thickets or cases
of thick brush. Farther upstream was
forest of high straight trees, much
higher than the tembas, but inland
this towering growth suddenly fell to
q low level of bush that cut gray
line along the horizon. The band of
gray was broken here and there by
the black dome Of tree.
M'sungo followed the direction Of
Andrea's eyes. 'That long gray patch"
he said. 'that's elephant bush, but
Lord knows when Wen get there"
The wizened men led them upstream
and soon they were in the deep shade
of the high forest, but not for long.
In ten minutes they traversed 1t, for
1t was nothing but a tongue, long
screen extending from elephant bush
to river. Scarcely had they left its
shelter when the three hunters paused
and with them Msungo. Andrea
pressed forward.
The soggy ground was pock-marked
with great holes of varying sizes; the
smallest a foot In circumference, the
largest, three. Females and young
sters," murmured Msungo in explana
ton, 'all trash" He stood quite still
his eyes travelling rapidly over wide
radius, pausing suddenly when the
tracker thoughtfully touched grass
blade with his toe or another boy sol
emily measured a spoor with his feet
placed one ahead of the other. looked
ND inQuiringly and retired In confusion
at the kindly sneer on the faces Of the
hunters.
"why are you waitingr asked An
drea impatiently.
Msungo flashed a look at her
"waitingf" he whispered. "We're no
waiting. Every man here, according
to his lights. is reading. You saw
that cheeky gunbearer measure
spoor and then withdraw with hang
, dog look. He thought he had spottet
a male bull. He has made himself
ridiculous for year. Tonight you'll
hear the camp telling the joke on hin
over and over again. But the tracke
touches a blade Of grass bent one wa.
with his toe and presently you'll SCI
him with twig broken In the oppo
site direction. There he goes now
He looks as II he were day-dreamine
doesn't hei"
Andrea nodded.
swell, he isn't" continued Msungo
! aBy now he has read the whole story
He knows how many females mad
this mess Of a trail and how man,
young. He knows when they cam
and when they went. He could Ill Il
their stay with dozen incidents, eacl
one complete in itself, such as wher
a youngster slipped, fell. squealed an
got spanked by his mother. But sue
trimmings Of details impress them
selves only on his subconscious mind
In reality his whole attention Is IKE
on the main chance. BY the season o
the year he knows that this herd Is no
travelling alone. The track Of tn
males Is nearby. II we didn't hav
the three old hunters we would 60 q
the bank Of the river until we struc
Il, but we don't have to because the
found II by chance this morning at tn
first streak Of dawn"
While he talked. the tracker stud
led. the three wizened sat aloof. takin
SNUFF. Now, at q nod from M'sungs
they arose and proceeded swift
along the margin Of the big tres
Presently they swerved to the left an
plunged through undergrowth to
well-marked path. In the fne dus
, Of that runway Andrea saw the ider
' deal monster spoor that the old blac
1 had drawn with bis finger on IN
; ground beside her breakfast table.
al Another halt was called. Tie tracz