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rolled him over. Chineah now handed me my other 

 rifle, and I quitted the cover ; when no sooner did he 

 catch sight of me than again springing up, with a 

 deep tremulous roar, he charged headlong at me, tail 

 on end, his eyes flashing fire, and mouth covered with 

 blood and foam. I let him come to within six paces 

 of where I was standing, when I stopped his mad 

 career with a ball in the centre of his broad massive 

 forehead, which again made him bite the dust: he 

 gave a desperate plunge forward, and rolled heavily 

 over on his side, dead. The others, alarmed, were 

 now tearing frantically over the plain, so I slipped 

 behind the cover of a bush to reload, and again 

 stealing forward, managed to bowl over a cow 

 and wound another badly, before the terrified herd 

 sought safety in flight by rallying in a body and 

 crashing through the dense bamboo-jungle which 

 clothed the side of the hill. After reloading, I 

 despatched the second cow with a bullet behind the 

 horns, as she was lying disabled by my first shot, 

 which had passed through the small of her back and 

 paralyzed her hind-quarters. 



I now looked out for B and Googooloo, who 



were nowhere to be seen, but a dead cow and a 

 young bull-calf showed that they had not been idle. 

 Whilst I was examining the latter, and cogitating 

 upon veal-cutlets and marrow-bones, I heard two 

 double shots in the cover just below the crest of the 



