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Edward looked at me, in guilty silence. There must 

 have been at least twenty cows within fifty yards of 

 us, but until the old lady's hurried exit, we were as 

 ignorant of their presence as they were of ours. It 

 takes a genuine still-hunter, which I certainly do not 

 profess to be, to appreciate hunting in timber, though 

 at moments such as this it becomes very exciting. 



All this time I had never once set eyes on the bull, 

 and I began to believe that I never should. Then 

 the silence was broken again by his angry bugle, at 

 no great distance from us, and hope began to revive. 

 Several smaller bulls answered him, and for some 

 minutes they had a grand concert. After his pro- 

 longed silence the big bull appeared anxious to make 

 up for lost time, and indeed seemed to be endowed 

 with ventriloquial powers of which even Arthur 

 Prince need not have felt ashamed. We followed 

 them up as quickly as we were able and could hear 

 them within a few hundred yards of us, but the big 

 bull was so angry gathering his fickle harem around 

 him once more that he had no time to think of us, 

 and his grunts and whistles seemed to pervade 

 the whole place. First we could hear him three 

 hundred yards away on the top of a ridge ; panting 

 we tripped and stumbled thither. When we got 

 there, not the sign of a bull was to be seen, but 

 back, apparently from the very spot which we had 

 left, would come an alluring whistle which sent 

 us post haste down the hill again. This exhausting 

 form of hide and seek, we, I will not say enjoyed, 



