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air, and ears set out like studding sails on a ship — 

 the shoulder was thus perfectly exposed. 



Up to this time he said nothing, but certainly 

 looked the incarnation of wickedness ; so, hoping to 

 bring matters to a climax, I fired both barrels. On 

 reception of the balls he uttered a scream of pain, 

 did not trumpet, but came hurriedly towards the 

 smoke from my gun, which hung heavily on the 

 ground from the want of wind. I had now to shift 

 my quarters, and to do it very rapidly. This I 

 managed again unobserved, and, moreover, was 

 successful in gaining an excellent hiding-place — the 

 lee of a very large stone, almost entirely buried in 

 creepers. It may well be imagined how I hurried 

 up my loading ; but, just as I was completing it, the 

 enraged brute scented me, trumpeted almost as loud 

 as is the scream of a locomotive, and charged. For- 

 tunately, I had placed my caps on the nipples, so was 

 ready for the fray ; so, when the infuriated beast was 

 within ten or twelve paces, I emptied both barrels into 

 his chest, dodged down under my stone shelter, and, 

 watching my chance, with my figure bent double, 

 ran for another hiding-place. The old bull on this 

 occasion charged down hill, and had the greatest 

 difficulty in stopping himself; but, as soon as he did 

 so, he was round again in a minute, and returned 

 to where I had fired my last shots, hunting 

 behind every stone or plant that could possibly hide 

 an enemy. At this time I began to think that I had 



