WITH FLASH-LIGHT AND RIFLE 



my camera to the carrier, grasped my rifle, and fired 

 six times in quick succession. Twice the wounded ani- 

 mals stumbled and feh, and twice they rose again. 

 My last bullet, fired at a distance of ten feet, lodged in 

 the neck of the cow. Running for dear life around the 

 thorn-bush, I was checked for a moment by one of my 

 men, who jumped into the bush, and found myself for 

 a second l:)ctween the bull and the cow. Though me- 

 chanically running away from the animals, I felt that 

 there was no escape possible. And yet I was saved as 

 by a miracle. My shots took effect at the same moment 

 on both animals. I was, perhaps, sixty feet from the 

 thorn-bush, when I heard my man in the bush shriek- 

 ing at the top of his voice. Turning around I saw a 

 strange sight. My Masai-El Morane was trying to push 

 himself farther into the bush; the cow, literally touch- 

 ing him, stood there tottering and drenched with blood ; 

 behind her the bull had dropped, beating the ground 

 with his mighty head in death agony. I quickly re- 

 loaded and killed the animals. This exciting advent- 

 ure and narrow escape haunted my dreams for many 

 a night, and even now, when I think of it, I do so with 

 a deep sigh of relief. 



As a rule, the animal is rather shy at night-time, but 

 there is no depending on his mood. One evening I was 

 obliged to pitch my camp, for the night, in a valley 

 covered with thorn - bushes. At night I was suddenly 

 startled from my sleep by the subdued cry of one of my 



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