The small Enfield bullet is worse than the old round one for this.

It often goes through an animal without killing him, and he afterwards perishes, when he is of no value to man.

After breakfast we draw near a pond of water; a couple of elephants stand on its bank, and, at a respectful distance behind these monarchs of the wilderness, is seen a herd of zebras, and another of waterbucks.

On getting our wind the royal beasts make off at once; but the zebras remain till the foremost man is within eighty yards of them, when old and young canter gracefully away.

The zebra has a great deal of curiosity; and this is often fatal to him, for he has the habit of stopping to look at the hunter.