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Seven Years in South Africa.
and could only conjecture that a stray jackal might have approached the water to leeward of me.
GNU-HUNTING BY NIGHT.
Patiently I waited on, until at last there was no doubt that I could really distinguish the sound for which I had been listening. Raising my head and laying my ear upon a bare place on the ground, I heard the heavy thud of a herd of gnus tramping along a game-track. Full of expectation I crouched down again. When next I looked up, I was aware of the hghtning in the north being much more vivid than before. Soon I was ablo to hear the grunting
