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away, and I observed that neither of them ever raised its 
head, but held its snout close to the ground, keeping up a 
continuous roar and squealing the whole time. At last they 
closed ; but not for long, for after a few most violent and 
vicious digs at each other, they separated and again stood 
facing. As this sort of thing went on for about a quarter of 
an hour, their bouts becoming more and, more vicious and 
prolonged, and as they were entirely engrossed in themselves, 
I exchanged my Express for the 8-bore, and, followed by 
Ramazan with the 4-bore, crept up to a large ant-heap within 
4o yards of them, and lay watching them for another five 
minutes. How long they would have kept up this fight there 
is no knowing, but, as it was becoming somewhat monotonous, 
I whispered to Ramazan that I was going to shoot, and, follow- 
ing his advice, fired at the wounded one, planting a bullet 
behind her shoulder. The result was rather curious: she 
dashed at her opponent and attacked him with great fury, this 
being quite their best ‘round,’ lasting more than a minute, 
until my shot began to take effect on her, and she had to 
give way to the now superior strength of the bull. As the cow 
stood this time with her head held high, snorting blood from 
her nostrils, she swayed from side to side and then dropped 
over dead, 
The bull went up and stood over her, prodding her in the 
stomach with his horn, offering me a good broadside shot, which 
I took, placing a bullet in his shoulder. From his subsequent 
behaviour one might have imagined that he thought that the 
defunct cow was the cause of his discomfort, for nothing could 
have exceeded the furious way in which he attacked her. 
He dashed at her as she lay on her side, and dug with extra- 
ordinary rapidity at her between the forelegs, when I put an 
end to his ferocity with a bullet in his neck, which dropped — 
him. On going up I found him lying with his head under the 
uppermost foreleg of the cow, but with the exception of a small 
jagged wound in her armpit, neither of them bore traces of their 
combat, beyond innumerable white-looking surface scratches on 
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