j 30 Incidents of Foreign Field Sport. 



for though unable to get up, his rage was magni- 

 ficent ; he bellowed, he tossed his head and fore- 

 quarters about, unsubdued hatred darting out of his 

 eyes. To hit a vital spot was not easy, as his 

 movements were so rapid, and it took three shots 

 before I had administered a quietus. Frank was too 

 much done up to assist me. When all was over, we 

 got down to examine the damage. My companion's 

 elephant had five severe stabs, mine had escaped 

 with only the blow of the forehead, but the part so 

 struck swelled up, and she was somewhat lame for a 

 day or two. 



For a longtime there was a "rogue" buffalo which 

 was the terror of a large village not far from Myung. 

 He was very often to be seen out in the open. There 

 was no getting at him on an elephant, as he had been 

 frequently hunted before. Once or twice, when coming 

 back on foot from shooting small game, with only a 

 shot gun in my hand, he had threatened to charge, 

 so the next time I was out in that direction, I made 

 inquiries, and finding that he was still there, C., of the 

 Artillery, and I determined to rid the country of this 

 dangerous brute. We took a couple of gun-bearers, 

 each carrying a heavy rifle, and whilst C. advanced 

 from the side of the village, I remained some way off, 

 behind a clump of long grass, as there was very little 

 cover in the whole plain. We both knew the way 

 the bull retired if he decided on retreating, but we 

 fully anticipated that he would show fight. I very 

 easily secured my position which I did by a cir- 

 cuitous route, so as not to be seen by the enemy. 

 There the buffalo stood, like a statue, almost equi- 

 distant between my post and the village. On my 



