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at me. As the brute passed me I fired into his 

 shoulder and took to my heels towards C., who was 

 hurrying up to my assistance. My man had thrown 

 himself down, and the buffalo, all but Winded by the 

 blood which poured down his face, and smarting from 

 his wounds, did not perceive him, but went clean over 

 his prostrate form, staggering and all but falling. 

 As I ran, I reloaded, and was still some twenty yards 

 from C. when the plucky buffalo pulled up, turned 

 round, and without hesitation rushed towards us. As 

 soon as I was reloaded I pulled up. C. came on so 

 that we were now about fifteen yards apart. Both 

 reserved our fire until the buffalo (who seemed 

 puzzled as to whom he should close with) singled me 

 out, but changing his mind made for C., who stood 

 his ground bravely. He had his second gun by him, 

 whilst I had but one. We lost no time, but gave 

 the beast three barrels C. two and I one but the 

 brute bore a charmed life. With my left barrel I 

 again fired and broke one of his legs, when he came 

 down very heavily, but picking himself up and then 

 seeing the Assamese running across the plain, went 

 for them on three legs. C. now gave him two more 

 shots. I. reloaded, and as it was evident the natives 

 ran faster than the wounded animal, and that they 

 incurred little danger, both of us, with our gun- 

 bearers for mine had rejoined me by this time made 

 for a cattle-shed which lay in the direction that the 

 people were retreating, for by proceeding towards it 

 direct (the mob had taken a circuitous route, 

 followed by the buffalo), we got there before them. 

 However, they continued their flight, so now we were 

 between them and their pursuer. Two more body 



