When we first went into the plateau the grass was long and the oribi were for the most part fleeting streaks of yellow over the tops of it, but later when we came out the grass had been burned and the young, tender grass had spread a green carpet over the plains.

Then the oribi were visible everywhere, usually in groups of four or six.

Also the mamma oribis had given birth to bouncing baby oribis, and the sight of the little ones was most pleasing to the eyes.
[Drawing: _Mamma and the Little One_] One day I was hot on the trail of a big waterbuck.

The grass was deep at that part of the plateau and I was pushing rapidly through it.

Suddenly one of my gunbearers, who was behind, called out and pointed to something in the grass.