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J. H. Patterson The Man-Eaters of Tsavo — Chapter 18

It is rather a nerve shattering thing -- I am speaking for myself -- to remain absolutely alone for hours on a vast open plain beside the carcase of a dead lion, with vultures incessantly wheeling about above one, and with nothing to be seen or heard for miles around except wild animals. It was a great relief, therefore, when after a long wait I saw Mahina approaching with half-a-dozen practically naked natives in his train.
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J. H. Patterson The Man-Eaters of Tsavo — Chapter 18

In this fruitless manner we covered several miles, and I was beginning to think that we should have to return to camp without so much as firing a shot. Just then, however, I saw a herd of wildebeeste, and with much care managed to get within three hundred yards of them. I singled out the biggest head and waiting for a favourable moment, fired at him, dropping him at once. I ran up to the fallen beast, which appeared to be dying, and told Mahina to drive the hunting knife right through his heart so as to put him quickly out of all pain.
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J. H. Patterson The Man-Eaters of Tsavo — Chapter 18

The Masai and the Indian were sent back to camp, while Mahina and I made a big detour from the dried-up water-hole. Game abounded in all directions, but the animals were much more shy than they had been in the morning, and it was in vain that I stalked -- if it can be called "stalking," when as a matter of fact one has to move in the open -- splendid specimens of Thomson's and Grant's gazelle.
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