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wounded the other bull, but off he and the cows 

 scampered into the open. Those that had entered 

 the tope now ran past me, but not very fast, seeming 

 to be bewildered with the sudden stampede and 

 reports of firearms, which probably they then heard 

 for the first time. I killed a nice fat three-parts- 

 grown heifer. Bidding the men to cover the slain 

 over with grass to keep them safe from vultures, I 

 first stretched my limbs, then eat a hard-boiled egg or 

 two, had a swig of ginger- wine, and then took up the 

 spoor of the wounded bull, and found that the cow 

 with the broken leg had followed him. Upon her I 

 came before long. She was inclined to be savage, but 

 I had no difficulty in dropping her, covering her up 

 too, we followed the bull. He had gone steadily 

 along until he came to a running stream with high 

 muddy banks. There his heart seemed to have 

 failed him, for after a faint attempt to go down the 

 abrupt side he continued along the bank, doubtless 

 looking for a ford. The grass was not very heavy, so 

 I could see a fair way ahead, made sure that he was 

 in front, and did not look out as I ought to have done. 

 On the right, I came to a place where the bank was 

 fully ten feet high. Here the water was deep, a 

 fallen tree lay alongside the path. I had got to about 

 the middle of the trunk and was half inclined to sit 

 down, as the shikaries were some distance behind, 

 when there was a rush from my right and a fierce 

 head and pair of horns were all but on me. I 

 instantly threw myself backwards over the tree, 

 holding on, luckily, with one hand to a branch, so that 

 although I was over the bank, I still had a grip and 

 did not fall into the water ; but the impetus of the 



