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can avoid sometimes having his bullet intercepted 

 by a tree ere it finds its intended mark. 



My own delight at having thus (though by an 

 utter and most fortunate fluke) knocked over and 

 bagged by a running snapshot, too the first 

 bison which I had ever seen, may be better 

 imagined than described. I may add, however, 

 that I afterwards missed several fine standing shots 

 before I bagged another ! 



Although of course, by the strict law of sport, 

 the head of this bull belonged, not to me, but to 

 W. who had first hit him, that generous fellow 

 simply refused to take it, and it formed one of a 

 batch of trophies which, some two years and a 

 half later, I took home to the paternal roof. 



Having cut off the bull's head, which we left to 

 be subsequently brought in, we set out for the 

 forest lodge to which we had sent on our camp 

 when we started early that morning to look for 

 the disturber of our previous night's rest. 



We had proceeded for, I suppose, only about 

 half an hour, when, again without our finding any 

 fresh tracks, and without any warning, a solitary 

 bull jumped up and rushed off, followed by a 

 second bull who was in his company. W., 

 who was carrying his express, fired both barrels, 

 and was in hot pursuit of one of the bulls before 

 I could get my rifle from its bearer, and he then, 

 after taking a fresh rifle, put in two more shots, 

 followed by a fifth from a single-barrelled weapon 

 of large bore. As soon as I could get my rifle, 

 I pursued, and arrived, very much out of breath, 



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