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a huge one at that, but that he was very much 
alive. He heard us coming, turning his head 
over his shoulder to look at us. This was quite 
a different proposition from a dead beast, for a 
wounded buffalo is one of the most dangerous 
animals a hunter can possibly face. It has a 
trick of disappearing in dense cover, then re- 
turning on its tracks to lhe in wait for its 
pursuers. The position can then be very easily 
reversed, the hunter becoming the hunted. Many 
men have been killed by buffalo in this way ; 
they are therefore to be approached with due 
deference. The mound aforesaid chancing to be 
between the beast and ourselves, we promptly 
mounted it. Now he got up on his legs, looking 
uncommonly nasty. ‘“ Look out!” exclaimed 
Weddell; “‘he’s coming.” At this time we were 
within thirty yards of him, and just as he started 
I fired with my ‘577 Express, hitting him hard 
on the point of the shoulder. This shook him, 
but as he still came on I gave him the other 
barrel, which settled the matter, and he sank 
wearily on to his knees. Weddell then fired a 
shot at him to settle matters, as he still moved, 
and this finished him. On going up to inspect — 
the head, which was quite an excellent one, we 
discovered that this was not one of the bulls I 
had wounded, but that he had been sorely cut 
up and wounded by lions. He had a long and 
terribly deep gash in his off shoulder, which 
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