190 A GOOD DAYS SPORT. 



a few minutes since. The first work was to find the 

 bullet-hole. There was one large wound visible in 

 his side, but I knew it was the first shot. I found 

 that the shot which killed him had struck him on the 

 upper part of the neck, a little more than half way 

 between the head and shoulders. A search for the 

 bullet followed, and bits of it were taken from the 

 dislocated vertebrge. This was a finer bull than I had 

 fancied, and it was indeed a lucky shot. Moloka 

 shouted " Zacoono !" (come here), and I whistled 

 for my men. They were soon up, and the head of 

 the bull and the tails of the three buffaloes were taken 

 by them. They loaded themselves also with as much 

 meat as they could carry, the remainder of the dainty 

 morsels, save a couple of marrow bones which I car- 

 ried for myself, being placed at the disposal of the 

 good villagers who had provided the canoe. 



I reached a small deep river at the back of Ma- 

 ramia's about eight o'clock, and being ferried across 

 by some of his men in one of their rickety crafts, ar- 

 rived at the boat, which was anchored some distance 

 below that chief's village, a little after nine, having 

 had a long walk ; but as the sport had been good, I 

 can hardly say I felt fatigued. 



