1 62 Incidents of Foreign Field Sport. 



Shoay-Boli quickly climbed up first, but gave a 

 despondent look down, for the bull had gone. That 

 was a disappointment indeed, yet he could not have 

 gone far. After a brief search we got on his tracks, 

 and they led fortunately in the direction of Lepang- 

 young. There was but little wind and that was in 

 our favour. We pursued quickly, for we had not 

 much time to waste, and on turning an abrupt corner 

 where there was luckily a banyan tree, with numerous 

 pendant roots, the bull charged us so suddenly that I 

 had not time to raise the rifle to my shoulder, and as 

 the shikarie sprang on one side I fired both barrels 

 from the hip and then jumped amongst the roots. 

 The bull went but a few yards, then Shoay-Boli fired 

 at him with both barrels of my gun, but the monster 

 never swerved. I had by this time reloaded and gave 

 him both barrels at a distance of less than ten feet. 

 He could not squeeze his body between the roots to 

 get at me, so before he had either advanced or re- 

 treated a yard I had reloaded and fired two more 

 shots. My foe then retired very groggily into the 

 jungle. He was certainly a monster. A bull of his 

 age in India would have had the tips of the horns 

 worn away, but his were perfect, though he had seen 

 probably nearer thirty years of age than twenty, and 

 such trophies are rare and therefore to be desired, so 

 we took up the trail the Burman most unwillingly 

 for which I do not blame him. Before we had gone 

 half a mile, the bull had turned, and was going away 

 from, instead of towards, our camp, so as there was 

 barely an hour of daylight left we postponed further 

 pursuit until the morrow. We had a dreadful trudge 

 home, and it was fully nine before we got to the 



