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the bones of the chest. One leg of the rider was between 

 the horns of the bull, pinned fast between his head and 

 the body of the horse. When heaped together the 

 horse's body was on the bull's head, fastening it to the 

 ground, and most fortunately preventing any movement ; 

 and the rider, his leg fast, was lying on the bull's 

 back. The whole hunting party was soon assembled. 

 They were afraid to shoot the bull, lest his struggles 

 might further injure the man pinned to him. At last 

 his jugular vein was opened, and he slowly bled to 

 death. His horns were then cut off, the horse lifted off, 

 and the now nearly dead man carried on a litter back to 

 the post. Though no bones were broken, he paid the 

 full penalty of his 'joke,' not only in the loss of a fine 

 horse, but by several weeks of severe suffering. It was 

 his last ' elephant ' hunt. 



I was once a party in a fight with a wild bull, which 

 we caught by accident on a small prairie dotted with 

 rnesquite trees. Two of the party crept behind trees 

 and fired with rides, while two others beside myself 

 attacked on horseback with pistols. For half an hour 

 we had a most lively fight, the bull charging first one 

 then the other with the greatest fury, never stopping for 

 an instant. When finally brought down he was covered 

 with wounds, over twenty of which must eventually 

 have proved mortal. 



