Good Hunting 



had his herd around him, and was roaring 

 defiance at his would-be despoiler, for 

 the single bull was doubtless on the look- 

 out for some weaker one whom he could 

 supplant as master of a herd. 



It was likely that the second bull, being 

 a herd -master, would have the larger 

 antlers, and I therefore preferred to get 

 a shot at him. However, I was doomed 

 to disappointment. As I groped towards 

 the herd, and w r as within a couple of hun- 

 dred yards, as I knew by the volume of 

 sound, I almost stumbled upon a small 

 spike-bull, who was evidently loitering 

 about the outskirts of the herd, not dar- 

 ing to go too near the bad-tempered old 

 chief. This little bull dashed away, giving 

 : the alarm, and a clash in the bushes soon 

 told that the herd was following him. 



But luck favored me. The master- 

 bull, being absorbed in thoughts of his 

 rival, evidently suspected that the cows 



