BULLET AND SHOT 



at a spot where W. was standing with empty 

 rifles, and the bull also standing with a broken 

 shoulder. The bison faced round, looking a truly 

 magnificent beast, and W., telling me to keep 

 an eye on him in case of his charging, proceeded 

 to reload his rifles. The bull standing thus in an 

 open glade, watching us face to face and appearing 

 as if very much inclined to charge, was one of the 

 grandest sights which I have ever witnessed in 

 bison shooting. 



W., having reloaded his rifles, told me to 

 take the bull in the neck. I did so, and he fell, 

 but jumped up again. W. now opened fire 

 and knocked him over, and, as he lay there alive, 

 W. told me to brain him by a shot between 

 the eyes. My bullet was, however, too high for 

 the brain, and then my companion killed him by 

 a shot behind the ear. 



Though both were old, solitary bulls, the second 

 was a larger animal than the first, and also carried 

 a finer head, the horns being wider across the 

 sweep, and much worn down, and the head 

 altogether more massive and imposing. 



Once more we proceeded towards camp, but 

 before we reached it, we came upon very fresh 

 tracks of a herd of bison, and, though we saw 

 them, they became alarmed, and went off before 

 we could make out the bull, and so they escaped 

 without being fired at. 



This, my first day at the noble game, is the 

 best day's bison shooting which I have ever 

 enjoyed, though a good many fine heads have 



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