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buffalo was lured among the brushwood, and 

 then we actually saw the dogs urinating on 

 the bushes all around him. Charge after charge 

 the buffalo made, but he never seemed to get 

 up to his agile foes, who bounded out of reach 

 of the great swinging horns. The bull did not 

 make the slightest attempt to run, but would 

 charge here, and then there, at his ever retreating, 

 yet ever present, foes. The ground was scored up 

 in every direction by the furious lunges of the 

 great brute. Bushes were torn up by the roots, 

 and sent flying in the air ; yet not a casualty 

 had occurred among his wily foes. We soon saw 

 that there was some truth in what the shikarees 

 had told us of the strange method the wild dog 

 has of crippling its victim. I had often heard of 

 this habit in the dhole, but had never credited 

 it ; yet here was the buffalo rubbing his eyes 

 violently against his knees, springing into the air, 

 and tossing about in a fury of agony. There 

 could be no doubt that his eyes were affected, 

 as he now began to charge blindly, and stumbled 

 and fell repeatedly. We now approached nearer, 

 as there was no danger from the buffalo, who 

 seemed intent only on his canine foes, who had 

 redoubled their activity, and no longer feinted, but 

 made actual attacks on their huge opponent now 

 that they saw he was blinded. We noticed, too, 

 that all their assaults were delivered in the same 

 spot, viz., under the stomach of the buffalo, and 

 that the scrotum was entirely torn away, and the 

 poor brute bleeding to death. This is the favourite 



