THE YAK BULL 303 



finally reached a small rock I had been going for, and 

 from behind which I had a capital view of the herd. 

 The large bull was then about 200 yards from where I 

 lay, moving slowly to my right front, and about three- 

 quarters broadside on. As this position insured the 

 bullet going well up into his vitals, I aimed at his ribs 

 and let drive. On receiving the shot he whisked his 

 tail and swung round facing to my left. This ex- 

 posed his other side, so sitting up I gave him a second 

 bullet, to which he made no response except by moving 

 forward a few steps. Meantime the rest of the herd 

 had run together, and began making off to the right 

 up a small hill, over the crest of which they shortly 

 disappeared. 



Seeing the big bull standing still and not attempting 

 to follow, I did not waste another bullet on him, but ran 

 for the crest over which the herd had gone as fast as the 

 shortness of breath arising from an altitude of about 

 1 7,000 feet would allow me, and on topping the rise saw 

 the herd, about 350 yards or so off, standing still. It was 

 too far to distinguish between bulls and cows, and as they 

 were looking at me, stalking was out of the question. So 

 I went back to the big bull, and saw him lying down 

 where I had left him. Puttinor in another cartridge I 

 walked up, followed by the Kashmiri. The bull was 

 lying with his back to us as we advanced, but hearing 

 our footsteps on the gravel he looked round. The 

 instant he saw us he got up, and turning, lowered his 

 head with a grunt, and came at us in a lumbering canter. 

 Abdulla having no weapon, and doubtful, as he after- 

 wards admitted, as to whether I could stop him with the 



