The Journal of a Sporting Nomad 



minutes before a stumble or fall ensues, which 

 in all probability breaks the victim's neck. The 

 weight of a buffalo bull being enormous, a fall 

 such as I have endeavoured to describe would 

 more than likely prove fatal. The lion, there- 

 fore, cannot be rightly described as having the 

 power to break the neck of such an animal, but 

 rather, by its mode of attack, to cause its 

 victim to destroy itself. 



After taking off this bull's head and neck- 

 skin, I sent it back to my permanent camp, and 

 told one of my boys to see about skinning it out, 

 which he was now quite able to do, and although 

 I was not there to supervise this operation, he 

 made quite a creditable job of it. 



On returning in the evening to my temporary 

 camp, I went for a stroll up the banks of the 

 lagoon to try for a shot at a hippo. Cooe carried 

 my *577, and I the double '303. At the far end 

 of this lagoon at a bend, and a mile or more from 

 camp, I saw the ugly head of an old hippopota- 

 mus in the water, another one being a little 

 farther away. He was only about thirty yards 

 from me, the lagoon being not wider in this 

 place than sixty yards. His ugly little eyes and 

 snout only showed on the surface, his head 

 being turned three-quarters towards me. I 

 therefore put into my rifle two solid nickel-cased 

 bullets, and aiming just under the eye that was 

 nearest to me, pulled the trigger. The bullet hit 



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