I hurried back, and there lay a little oribi only a few hours old and with big, wondering eyes that looked gravely up at me as I bent over it.

It was plenty old enough to run and could easily have leaped away, but there it lay as tight as if nothing in the world could make it budge.
[Photograph: A Museum Specimen Must Be Preserved Entire] [Photograph: The Eland Is the Largest of the African Antelopes] The whole thing was as plain as could be.

It was acting under instructions.

I could almost hear the mother of the oribi tell the little one when it heard us coming to lay perfectly quiet and not to move the least bit until she came back.

Then mamma hurried away to cover.