The Journal of a Sporting Nomad 
minutes before a stumble or fall ensues, which 
in all probability breaks the victim’s neck. The 
weight of a buffalo bull being enormous, a fall 
such as I have endeavoured to describe would 
more than likely prove fatal. The lion, there- 
fore, cannot be rightly described as having the 
power to break the neck of such an animal, but 
rather, by its mode of attack, to cause its 
victim to destroy itself. 
After taking off this bull’s head and neck- 
skin, I sent it back to my permanent camp, and 
told one of my boys to see about skinning it out, 
which he was now quite able to do, and although 
I was not there to supervise this operation, he 
made quite a creditable job of it. | 
On returning in the evening to my temporary 
camp, I went for a stroll up the banks of the 
lagoon to try for a shot at a hippo. Cooe carried 
my °577, and I the double °303. At the far end 
of this lagoon at a bend, and a mile or more from 
camp, I saw the ugly head of an old hippopota- 
mus in the water, another one being a little 
farther away. He was only about thirty yards 
from me, the lagoon being not wider in this 
place than sixty yards. His ugly little eyes and 
snout only showed on the surface, his head 
being turned three-quarters towards me. I 
therefore put into my rifle two solid nickel-cased 
bullets, and aiming just under the eye that was 
nearest to me, pulled the trigger. The bullet hit 
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