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his great weight so to bear, that at last his adver- 
sary was forced back a few inches. Another effort 
and another, then gathering himself together, he 
rushed the other back and the latter’s hind legs giv- 
ing way under the pressure, he was thrown on his 
side and the other was upon him, butting unmerci- 
fully with his short, sharp-pointed horns. The old 
bull was beaten, but gathering himself together he 
recovered his legs and disappeared amidst a scene of 
the wildest excitement; men shouting themselves 
hoarse and otherwise expressing their delight. The 
excitement did not last more than a few minutes, 
then everybody quietly discussed what was held to 
be a great fight. It lasted about twenty minutes. 
The beaten bull was brought back again but as 
he declined to face his late adversary, he was led 
away, the bets were paid, and every one settled down 
again to wait for the next fight. 
On my return from the round-up, for several 
years I did not venture into the jungle for 
more than a day or two ata time. My fever and 
dysentery had become chronic. I realized that I 
had too often disregarded the warning of the 
doctors and that, if I had another bad attack of 
illness, far away from medical attention, I should 
have to leave the country or might possibly die be- 
fore I got way. My animal business in Singapore 
had grown so large that it gave me plenty to do, 
and I left to my agents the work of collecting. 
Through my house in Orchard Road passed a 
