THE BISON. 101 



they passed in front of my ambush, 

 about a hundred yards off, I fired a 

 shot at the bull from a single barrelled 

 rifle, aiming well in front of him, in 

 the hope of striking the shoulder. I 

 had aimed too far forward, the bullet 

 passed through the dewlap; but as 

 the wound bled sufficiently for an able 

 tracker to follow the trail, Manoel and 

 the shikari and I entered the jungle 

 in pursuit. After we had toiled for 

 some distance under a scorching sun, 

 the tracker stopped, and explaining 

 that the bull was bound for a par- 

 ticular moist and shady spot in the 

 deeper forest, he promised by making 

 a rapid detour to anticipate its arrival 

 there and bring me face to face with 

 it. Sure enough, we were first at the 



