102 WILD LIFE IN NORTH CANARA. 



spot, but Manoel and I had not been 

 ensconced five minutes in a leafy thicket 

 when we heard the bull approaching 

 leisurely. Immediately in front of us 

 was a beautiful green glade of about 

 seventy yards wide, and on the oppo- 

 site edge of this space the bull presently 

 emerged, he was exactly facing us, and 

 stopping as he reached the open, re- 

 mained for some minutes motionless. 



At last I began to fear he would 

 suddenly turn and retreat; a side shot 

 he would not give, but I could see his 

 eye as his head turned slightly side- 

 ways, and setting the hair trigger of 

 the rifle, I aimed with extreme care in 

 the hopes of reaching the brain through 

 the eye. The bull seemed confused 

 by the shot, but presently galloped 



