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work, shied round at the moment, and the shot did 

 not take effect. In the twinkling of an eye, before 

 I could recock the pistol or get my horse out of 

 his way, the bull charged, rolling us both over from 

 the violence of the shock, and falling himself on his 

 knees with the exertion. Luckily, although my 

 horse was slightly gored in the shoulder, I was not 

 in the least hurt with the purl ; and before my 

 antagonist could repeat his little game I sprang to 

 my feet, and plunging my long hunting-knife into 

 his chest, he staggered forward a few paces, and 

 dropped on his side dead. In the meantime my 

 followers gave chase to the rest of the herd, and a 

 young cow, in first-rate condition for the table, fell 

 after a desperate charge, in which she unhorsed one 

 or two of their number, althougb without doing any 

 serious damage. These cattle, which much resemble 

 in appearance the largest of our Scotch oxen, gene- 

 rally go in herds of eight or ten, and the people of 

 the country say that they are the most formidable 

 animals in the forest, neither the bear nor the wolf 

 ever daring to meddle with them. The bull I killed 

 (which was the only one seen during my sojourn in 

 that part — although we several times came across 

 their trails) was a most savage-looking brute, having 

 an immensely broad chest, deep shoulders, muscular 

 fore-arms, short thick curved horns, and large dew- 

 lap. The general colour was black, with dirty white 

 under the belly and inside the thighs and legs, and 

 the height at the shoulder nearly sixteen hands. 



