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This was satisfactory in a way, as we now thought that 

 he would not go very far before stopping. Besides it is 

 easier spooring one beast than three, and we knew we were 

 behind the wounded animal. 



The sun was terribly hot and the heat reminded me 

 of the Zambesi and Luangwa valleys at the same time of 

 year. Another three hours was spent in following slowly 

 and carefully ; for when I came to a particularly thick part 

 of the grass I sent men up trees to look around, as I had no 

 wish to stumble right on the horns of the beast in such 

 cover. 



Then, in some fairly open grass country, I saw him 

 standing broadside on, except that his head was turned 

 in our direction. I fired quickly with the '404, and he fell 

 on his back, and I thought I had broken his spine. How- 

 ever, I was mistaken, for he was on his legs again in three 

 seconds, and off he went, with myself and the men run- 

 ning behind, as I wished to keep him in view as long as 

 possible. 



The gallant beast heard us following, and, like an old 

 warrior, he turned to meet us, grunting loudly at times. 

 He then began trotting in our direction, so most of my 

 men began to climb trees, and I was amused at the calm 

 way they did this, as none of them hurried. Molilo, a very 

 plucky fellow, stayed behind me with the ygmrn., and we 

 stood and watched the buffalo, which seemed very sick. 

 He looked up at the men in the trees, and could not see 

 me well, as I had taken slight cover behind a big bush. 

 Then he stopped and looked round with the sort of air 

 that seemed to say " Come on; I am ready for you.' 7 When 

 he stood I could not see his shoulder well, as a few saplings 

 were in the way, so I fired at his hip-joint, and, on getting 

 the bullet he swayed, and I thought he would fall. He did 

 not, but, instead, turned round and walked slowly away. I 

 now took the small rifle and ran alongside him, and he 

 turned at once. The plucky old animal was now too sick 

 to charge, I think, for he only stood glaring at me with his 

 head up. At about twenty yards I fired for his heart, which 



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