into the wind when we ceased firing and ran over to the dead antelope. Mac's truck was about four years old with a good pair of horns but no front plate. For the animals were all in the midst of shielding, We just threw on the car and ran over another bunch of antelopes which we could all pick out against the sky on the summit of a swelling rise of ground. They were by this time hurt and as it came towards them they trotted nervously about, with heads up essentially trying to make decide what to do. The sun was setting in a red glow behind them and I shall never forget the picture they made, cut sharply into the sky their black forms standing out sharply against the glowing horizon. For now one had among them as as we wanted no more does, all aged or shortly at least. The animals strung out at full speed as I saw wards and when we leaped from the car you were nearly 200 yards away. The truck had dropped back into the centre of the herd & at his third shot Mac dropped an animal. We stopped shooting but the