Horns 



had not bagged one at the first rush, the little 

 terrace was far too exposed to have given us much 

 chance in a game of hide-and-seek with a wounded 

 and infuriated bull elephant. 



As I look back I remember this meeting as one 

 of the most interesting episodes, as it certainly 

 was one of the happiest, I have had in my jungle 

 career. 



Within the hour we ran the bull bison to earth 

 in a bamboo brake upon this same stream, and it 

 was only when fairly close up that I discovered 

 that the Colonel was bent upon tossing for first 

 shot. As he was the visitor I point-blank re- 

 fused, and the minute it took to convince him, and 

 the slight noise we probably made during the 

 wrangle, cost us that bison plus a long weary 

 tramp. The Colonel crawled slowly forward. It 

 was a nasty place to try a stalk in. Suddenly I 

 heard the well-known snorting bark, a great crash 

 as the animal lunged forward in the bamboos, and 

 the beast was away. 



The Colonel told me that he had seen a black 

 patch, but not knowing what part of the animal 

 it was, or even that it was the animal for certain, 

 he had not cared to fire. As a matter of fact, he 

 believed afterwards that the patch he saw would 

 have given him a shoulder shot ! Such is luck ! 



The next day was a red-letter day for me. We 

 left early as usual, and after being less than an 

 hour out from camp we came upon the fresh 



