Jungle By-Ways in India 



good sportsman that he was, would have none 

 of it. 



I confess I was not keen on the shot. It was a 

 long one for my short experience. I watched a 

 particular brute, which, so far as I could make 

 out, was the one Bishu pointed out, until he 

 came slowly from behind a clump of bushes and 

 exposed the shoulder when, taking a mighty 

 breath, I pulled the trigger. Dead silence, followed 

 by three groans and a rush, or succession of rushes 

 rising to a roar, as the herd stampeded over the 

 brow of the hill and was gone. We dashed 

 forward. ' Down ; he's down ! ' shouted the 

 Colonel, and he was away to the right, whilst I 

 kept straight on for the spot where I had fired at 

 the bull and heard the groans. He had fallen in 

 his tracks, shot through the heart with a '500 black 

 powder Express, for it was before the days of 

 cordite sporting rifles. This is the only instance 

 I have personally seen of a bison being killed by a 

 single shot from a '500 at this distance. 



The Colonel returned shortly. He had made 

 over the hill to see if he could get a shot at the 

 retreating herd. They had, however, vanished. 



A thorough good sportsman, the Colonel was 

 as pleased as I was over my success, and paced 

 out the distance, which he vowed was fully 200 

 yards, an estimate which was practically correct, 

 for he made it 190 paces. The head was not a 

 particularly big one. I have shot finer since, 



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