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get a cart and bring the bull to my house. The 

 trap had turned up and I started to drive home. En 

 route it fell dark. Never have I see a blacker night. 

 To make matters worse, the fearfully vivid lightning 

 blinded driver and ponies. Over and over again we 

 found ourselves off the road. The rain came down 

 in bucketsful. We nearly wound up with a serious 

 accident, for the driver drove against one of the 

 side rails of a bridge. But though it broke it did 

 not let the trap fall over. I was shot out and broke 

 my knees. At length we saw the lights of the 

 cantonment, and half an hour later, having revelled 

 in a warm bath, I was sitting down to a somewhat 

 * late dinner. 



I still thought that this particular jungle owed me 

 something, and about a month later (September i8th) 

 I went out to beat it again. 



I had the worst of bad luck all day, seeing plenty 

 of nylghau, but all cows and calves, at which I 

 would not shoot. At last I reached the place I have 

 previously described. Nothing came to the gun, but 

 some two hundred yards up the left-hand valley I 

 saw a huge bull. Apparently he saw or avoided me, 

 for he turned off into a little side valley. When 

 the beaters came to me, I told them to return by 

 the plain outside and beat this little valley to me. 

 Meanwhile I walked to the near end of it, and posted 

 myself behind a thick thorn clump. The valley was 

 something the shape of a \ , of which I had advanced 

 up one limb while the foot ran towards the plain. 



