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sitting among young bamboos no thicker than a man's finger, 

 and no friendly tree was near. Without lowering the rifle 

 from my shoulder, I whispered to Emaum to fire, which he 

 did with the double-barrel smoothbore, taking the bull dia- 

 gonally from the point of the right shoulder to the rear of the 

 left arm. 



All four wheeled round and dashed away through the 

 thicket. Emaum, however, assured me that he had fired with 

 a good aim. I then set to work to fire off my rifle, and after 

 some time succeeded in doing so. Shooting into an ant-heap, 

 T picked up about half a yard of burning cloth, which my 

 servant, to whom I had foolishly entrusted the cleaning of 

 my rifle on the previous night, had left in the barrel. I made 

 a note of the fact for future guidance. Eeloading, we took up 

 the track of the herd, and after going about 200 yards through 

 the jungle came on the bull, lying quite dead. 



As a rule we found that when a bison fell to the shot, it 

 was wise to give him more lead at once, as they will frequently 

 rise and get off. On the other hand, when a bison ran some 

 distance, and then fell, he seldom rose again, and was nearly 

 always bagged. 



I was out with Emaum one morning before I had learned 

 this fact, and as we advanced through some bamboos we 

 heard bison moving a short distance ahead. Bending down 

 to the ground, so as to get a view under the thick leaves of 

 the bushes, we could see the heads and feet of the advancing 

 herd as they grazed on the young grass. Some of them were 

 within thirty yards, but their bodies were quite concealed. I 

 had heard that a shot in the forehead would not penetrate, 

 but having no other chance I determined to try, and, sitting 

 down so as to get a good sight of the heads, I watched my 

 opportunity. A large cow was head on, and aiming a little 



