3 66 WILD SPORTS OF BURMA AND ASSAM 



of the herd cantered past slowly, and we managed to put the 

 contents of another two barrels each into a cow as she passed 

 us. She ran into a patch of undergrowth, where Syers 

 finished her. In the meantime my Malay tracker, Awang, 

 came up with my lO-bore, but stupidly only brought two 

 cartridges. We then proceeded to follow the wounded bull. 

 We tracked for three hours, when we unexpectedly heard a 

 bison stamping, knocking off the flies from his legs. We 

 made for the spot from which the noise proceeded, and came 

 across a fresh bull in big jungle. He was about 30 yards 

 from us, and we agreed to fire simultaneously. I gave him 

 both barrels of my lo-bore and Syers both barrels from 

 his -577. 



" The beast bolted ; we followed up, and about half-an-hour 

 afterwards heard him moving in the jungle ahead. We made 

 a detour, but the bull had been watching us, and charged 

 Syers, who gave him one barrel, turning him ; he again 

 charged, and Syers gave him his left barrel ; the bull, on 

 receiving the bullet, reared clear on his hind-legs and dashed 

 past at an angle. He then made for me, and I gave him 

 both barrels from my '577, having in the meanwhile handed 

 my lo-bore to Awang, as I had no more cartridges for it. 

 All these shots had taken effect, but the bull was not 

 disabled. Syers used a '577 express throughout. The bull 

 went on for about 300 yards and then waited for us ; as 

 we came up to him he again charged at a terrific pace. 

 I heard him coming and stepped aside; Syers waited for 

 him, and fired his first barrel at a distance of 20 yards, 

 and his second at a distance of only two yards. Neither shot 

 turned him, and the bull caught him clean in the back, rearing 

 up into the air with him. Poor Syers, still clutching to his 

 rifle, turned three complete somersaults before his head struck 

 the branch of a tree some 35 feet from the ground. He 

 fell straight down on his back. The bull till now had not 

 touched him with his horns, but waiting for him the moment 

 he touched the ground again, tossed him with his right horn, 

 the horn penetrating below his ribs in the right-hand side. I 

 was close at hand, and fired two simultaneous shots, not even 

 putting the rifle to my shoulder, and was knocked endways. 



