REMINISCENCES 



under a bamboo clump, a short distance off, with 

 my rifles. 



I had just finished my lunch and had lighted 

 my pipe, when, most unexpectedly, I saw a single 

 bull coming from the direction in which the herd 

 had gone. He was trotting sulkily along, disgust 

 and disappointment being clearly visible in his 

 demeanour, if not written upon every feature of 

 his face. 



My men, behind whom he passed, did not see 

 him, and their astonishment was great when I 

 cautiously, but rapidly, went over to them, took 

 a "577 express, motioned to them to remain where 

 they were, and pursued the bull. He turned end- 

 on, leaving me only his stern to fire at, and I 

 followed, waiting for him to turn once more and 

 so expose his side. He had not discovered us, and 

 was not alarmed. Presently he pulled up, and 

 altered his course by moving slowly to the left, 

 whereupon I fired. The bull, though hard hit, 

 went on ; I called up the men, and we followed his 

 tracks. Soon we came up with him again, but it 

 was not before I had hit him several times more 

 that I bagged him. Once we came upon him 

 standing with only part of his head visible, the 

 rest of it being hidden behind a trunk, his vitals 

 also being covered. I fired at his head and missed, 

 my bullet going into the tree. At this shot, the 

 bull came prancing out across me, with his head 

 down, in highly comical bounds. He looked as if 

 each horn were tied to the fetlock on the same 

 side, and, though he had not the slightest intention 



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