REMINISCENCES 



On the first day I had no luck, and a long, 

 running shot at a herd bull resulted in a miss. 



On the second day I went out with my men 

 fairly early, and after a good walk we found the 

 tracks of a solitary bull. We followed for some 

 distance, the tracks being evidently very fresh, 

 until at last one of the trackers called my attention 

 to a bamboo, which was shaking in a jungled nullah 

 ahead. Soon I was able to make out the bull, who 

 was standing broadside on, and I fired a bullet from 

 the '577 at him. At the shot the bison stood where 

 he was, and I then fired the second barrel with the 

 same aim. After the second shot, the animal went 

 up the further bank of the nullah, and stood and 

 snorted ; the men, anticipating a charge, handed me 

 an 8-bore rifle, and bolted. I fired at him either 

 once or twice, and he then went on, and we pro- 

 ceeded with due precautions to immediately follow 

 him up. 



Twice or thrice we came up with him, and he 

 seemed very much inclined to fight, but, although 

 evidently debating the advisability of a charge, 

 he retreated upon receiving further punishment. 

 Finally, we got close up to the bull, who was now 

 standing completely hidden in young bamboo and 

 long grass. We could hear his objurgations, but 

 could not see him. There was a tree at the edge 

 of the thicket, and I thought that this might be 

 useful to dodge behind in the event of a charge. 

 I sent a man up this tree, and he saw the bull 

 standing only some twenty or thirty yards off. 

 The animal knew where we were, and became 



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