TWENTY YEARS AGO 51 



ment. Two hours after sunrise we struck 

 the trail where we had left it the day before, 

 and followed very cautiously. Not an hour 

 afterwards there was a crash in the jungle 

 close in front. We ran on, and reached a 

 sloping bank. The bull was limping down 

 it, straight away from us. I aimed at the 

 root of the tail, and the shot sent him rolling 

 to the bottom of the little valley. I followed 

 jubilantly, not even reloading. All at once 

 the bamboos in the bottom parted, and with a 

 moaning bellow the huge head appeared. 

 T\\^ shikari, however, grinned more fiendishly 

 than ever. I sighted just above the eyes, 

 and fired my second barrel. When the smoke 

 cleared, the bull was lying dead. After a drink 

 of cold tea we proceeded to a post-mortem, 

 of which, and of the shikaris pantomime, the 

 following were the results. My first shot 



