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shoots of a clump of bamboos, about a nundred 

 yards distant, I begged him to reserve his fire until 

 he heard my signal, as I intended to try and stalk 

 the patriarch of the herd, a stately fellow with 

 enormous dew-lap and immensely deep shoulders, 

 who was pawing the ground fretfully, and uttering 

 deep cries as if impatient for the herd to retire to 

 the depths of the jungle for shelter from the rays 

 of the sun, which were beginning to feel oppressive. 



I descended a short distance down the side of the 

 hill, and crept along the brow until I got under the 

 cover of a clump of bamboos, whence I again caught 

 sight of him. Here I had nearly been discovered, 

 for two cows and a young calf sprang up close to 

 me, and rushed tail on end towards the rest of the 

 herd, who lifting up their heads seemed to gaze 

 anxiously in my direction. I therefore remained a 

 few moments perfectly quiet, keeping my eye upon 

 the mighty bull who was standing about three hun- 

 dred yards distant ; and when I saw that their alarm 

 had in some degree subsided, I crept gently forward, 

 and, taking advantage of any cover I could find, 

 managed to ensconce myself behind a large rhodo- 

 dendron-bush within a hundred and twenty yards 

 of him. 



I then blew a shrill blast on a silver call I always 



wore round my neck, as a signal to B , and 



shortly afterw^ards heard a double shot, followed by 

 three others. The first report attracted the bull's 

 attention, and he trotted forward a few paces to 



