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snorting with pain it lowered its horns and dashed toward the 

 hunter. He had but a moment to consider, and prudently deter- 

 mined to run, for though he had his second barrel in reserve, he 

 felt that the animal was too close upon him to risk another shot. 



As he turned to escape, his foot caught in a tough vine. He 

 was a prisoner, and the bull dashing toward him, head down and 

 eyes aflame, tearing asunder the vines which barred his progress 

 as though they had been threads. PU Chaillu had been nervous 



