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Judging where the root of that ear must be, I took a steady 

 shot and the bison was arranged, but as I could still hear it 

 breathing I stole up and killed it with a shot behind the ears. 

 To my intense disgust and chagrin, instead of finding a 

 magnificent pugnacious old bull, there was a cow ! and not a 

 very large one either, but her feet which had so misled me, 

 were bigger than almost any bull I had ever tracked. The 

 other cow was nearly seventeen hands high, with horns 

 twenty-five and a half inches long and handsomely curved, 

 sixteen inches across and nearly twelve in circumference. 



One day when out after elephants, and on the track of a 

 big tusker, a fine bull bison, walked out of some low bushes 

 right in our way. He stood about twenty yards from us, 

 and not seeing us commenced rubbing his horns against a 

 tree ; such a chance one don't often get when out after bison. 

 I clapped my hands, as there was no time to lose. On this he 

 looked up, and on my throwing up my arms, he tossed his 

 head, and showed such an inclination to charge that Atley 

 fairly halted. Again I threw up my arms and again he put 

 his head down and shook it at me. Not wishing to fire, 

 which I must have done if he had charged, I retreated, upon 

 which he obligingly did the same. 



I was told that a very large bull bison had been seen 

 in the sholas about Peer-mund, and on the 19th Nov., 1866, 

 having been out since earliest dawn after sambur, of which 

 there was hardly a trace to be seen, probably owing to the 

 wild dogs having hunted them out of these woods last year. 

 When outside the shola, at the foot cf "the stag hill," I saw 

 a bull bison lying down ; made a good stalk through the 

 shola and got about fifty yards from him ; he was lying 

 down on the hill above me. I took a steady aim as near 



