The finest trophy in Africa was ours!
FOOTNOTES:
Trailing for any distance was impossible on account of the stony soil.
XLVII.
THE MAGIC PORTALS CLOSE.
It seemed hopeless to try for a picture. Nevertheless I opened wide my lens, steadied the camera, and gave it a half-second. The result was fairly good. So much for a high grade lens. We sent Kongoni into camp for help, and ourselves proceeded to build up the usual fire for signal and for protection against wild beasts. Then we sat down to enjoy the evening, while Mavrouki skinned the kudu.