Vultures and Adjutant Bird 



that Cooe was carrying. I saw a good bull, 

 which I decided to take, leaving Weddell to 

 look after himself. Just as I fired, a cow 

 ranged up alongside the beast I had determined 

 on. It was all done so quickly that I fired un- 

 intentionally, killing her dead on the spot. The 

 bull got my left-hand barrel as he moved off, but 

 I hit him a little too far back to be immediately 

 fatal. He turned out of the herd, entering a 

 patch of reeds that formed the apex of a triangle. 

 Weddell had killed a good bull with his '577 

 Express, so we went up to the place where my 

 bull had disappeared. Blood was sprinkled all 

 over the grass and on the outside of the reeds. 

 I was within ten yards of his hiding-place when 

 I heard the reeds crackling, then directly after- 

 wards out he came into the open. Now, it was 

 any odds that he would have charged me, as 

 I was directly in front of him, but strange to 

 relate, he turned off at right angles, following the 

 path that the rest of the herd had taken. I fired 

 again at him as he turned, but made an extra- 

 ordinary mess of things, for instead of hitting 

 him as I intended, behind the shoulder, I hit 

 him in the back of the horn by the base of his 

 ear. Bad shot though it was, he fell as though 

 he had been poleaxed and quite dead. On 

 approaching him I saw what a blow the bullet 

 had dealt. The horn where it was struck was 

 smashed into a pulp I could have put my fist 



