202 TRAPPING WILD ANIMALS 



colored beast plunged past me, I slashed. The blade 

 hamstrung her, and she plunged, bellowing, into 

 the jungle. Then the bull, instead of catching Air s 

 body on his horns, allowed it to fall to the ground 

 and turned toward me. I swung up into the 

 branches of the tree, just out of his reach, and 

 slashed downward as he charged. I failed to hit 

 him and I narrowly escaped falling. 



We could hear the cow bellowing furiously and 

 dragging herself away through the jungle. She 

 did not return. The bull charged back again and 

 stood beneath me, pawing the ground and bel- 

 lowing. Then he turned and attacked Ali's body, 

 trampling upon it, time after time, until every bone 

 was broken. 



Each time the bull returned to the tree, I fired 

 downward at him with my revolver, but I might 

 just as well have used a pop-gun the little bullets 

 had no effect. One dynamite cartridge would have 

 ended him, but my rifle lay on the ground five 

 yards away. Night came on, but the seladang did 

 not leave. I remained poised throughout the night, 

 waiting for a chance to jump down and run for 

 the rifle. Our thirst became terrible, and there was 

 little consolation in the thought that the seladang 

 was probably quite as thirsty as we were. But 

 there was some chance that he would leave us for 

 a few moments to find water, and I needed only a 

 moment to get the rifle and climb back into my 

 tree. 



