BULLET AND SHOT 



more and more excited, as we could divine from 

 his somewhat "cursory" remarks. At last he 

 charged, and I waited behind the trunk for him 

 to expose himself in his rush, but this he did not 

 do, for after he had shown me only the tips of his 

 horns and the top of his dorsal ridge, his heart 

 failed him, and he retired once more to the thick 

 cover. Eventually a Kurraba caught sight of a 

 small portion of his head and pointed it out to 

 me, and I fired, but missed, though the shot had 

 the effect of sending him out of the thicket, upon 

 which I was able to give him another body shot, 

 whereupon, after following for a short distance, we 

 found him lying dead in the long grass. I had, 

 in all, fired about a dozen shots at this bull, though 

 he was quite unable to travel far after the first two 

 or three. 



He was very old, in wretched condition, with 

 protruding, hairless ribs, and teeth quite loose, and 

 yet, curiously enough, was not really black. He 

 had a deep wound (in which were maggots) in his 

 forehead, and had, I suppose, met with this injury 

 in some dispute with another bull. 



A FORTUNATE SNAPSHOT 



I went out with my men one morning in the 

 Karkenkotta forest in Mysore, intending to have a 

 day's bison shooting, it being a public holiday. We 

 found tracks of a single bull in a swamp, and had 

 to follow them for a long distance. 



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