Jungle By- Ways in India 



their last breath. When a few rocks and lumps 

 of earth had rebounded off the immense side, I 

 went up and stood over the bull and reflected. 

 I had seen him too close, and in such a manner 

 as to stamp him indelibly on my brain, to make 

 a further inspection of him necessary for me. 

 He was a fine bull, the head not as big as I had 

 hoped. But what a gallant spirit ! Unvan- 

 quished to the end. ' And of the two of us/ I 

 thought to myself, ' I think you have come out 

 of it in the best light.' I had seen bulls act in 

 various ways before when attacked, but never 

 after the fashion of this one. And had I known 

 the spirit that was in him I should have ap- 

 proached him in a very different fashion, I fancy ; 

 and certainly with a pocket full of cartridges. I 

 learnt a lesson that morning which is unlikely to 

 be soon forgotten. 



So ended the grandest fight and the most ex- 

 citing hour I have passed in India. For the fight 

 had lasted an hour, and stubborn to the last the 

 bull's gallant spirit winged its way to the Happy 

 Hunting Grounds. 



