182 IN THE INDIAN JUNGLE. 



yards off. With my glass I could make out four 

 cows, a couple of well-grown calves, all huddled 

 up together ; and in all his lordly majesty, a 

 little distance away from his family, a mag- 

 nificent bull, keeping watch and ward. This is 

 the usual habit with bison ; the master of the 

 herd grazes by himself some little distance away 

 from the rest. 



There was a little rough ground to the windward, 

 and I saw that, if I gained that spot there would 

 be the chance of a shot at the big bull, so 

 going down on our stomachs we crawled along 

 as fast as we could, taking advantage of every 

 bit of cover. There is no part of the hunt 

 not even when you have plugged your beast 

 and brought him down that equals in excite- 

 ment the ten minutes or so that elapses between 

 the time when you sight your quarry and the 

 getting within range. Heat, fatigue, wounded 

 hands and knees, all are forgotten ! Every 

 moment you expect him to be off. You clutch 

 your gun convulsively as you reach each little 

 scrap of cover, and think " Shall I fire ? Is he 

 too far off another yard or so ? )! This is the 

 experience of even those who have shot their score 

 and more. It appeared to take only five minutes 

 to crawl the five hundred yards and bring us 

 within range. I was pouring with perspiration, 

 and my eyes were so wet that I could barely 

 see the sights as I got on to my knees and 

 grasped my Paradox. An attempt to brush the 

 moisture from my_eyes attracted the attention 



