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he took himself off without giving us the chance 

 of a shot. The day following we separated, Fred 

 and the Doctor taking one side of a hill, whilst I 

 explored the other. I met with several fresh 

 traces, although I saw no game worth pulling 

 trigger at, but my companions were more fortunate 

 as they fell in with a herd of seven bulls, and 

 managed to kill three of the number. Two days 

 after this, I again caught sight of the same old 

 solitary bull who had baffled us on a previous 

 occasion, and this time I was more fortunate, 

 although I was fully three hours in circumventing 

 him before I dared venture within range. Even 

 then I was afraid of attempting to get within 

 four hundred yards of him, as he was standing 

 like an outlying sentinel on a small eminence, 

 whilst I managed to take up a position on an 

 adjacent height, from which I could observe all 

 his movements. I watched him for at least 

 twenty minutes before commencing offensive ope- 

 rations, for the distance was too great for me to 

 make certain of killing, or even mortally wound- 

 ing him, and there was a deep cud or valley 



