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riiic> the noise of the explosion in one's ears would prevent 
one from htjiiring the cia^h. We soon found blood, and 
going a few yards saw that he was bleeding freeh' from his 
throat, his head swinging from side to side leaving a 
continuous trail. After the usual halt Yasin and myself 
followed the track and had gone perhaps two hundred yards 
through thick juuf^dc, although the game track which the 
seladang had followed was clear enough, when we heard a 
noise something like a tiger moaning. We listened intently, 
and for quite fifteen seconds this noise went on, finishing 
up with what was undoubtedly, to my mind, the dying groan 
of the bull. Yasin however would not agree with me. He 
said a tiger often made weird noises, ahhough it was quite 
possible he thought that it might have been the seladang. 
We approached more carefully than ever and when we had 
arrived at about the place that we thought the soupd had 
come from we halted and listened. Not a sound. 
I whispered to Yasin to cast off a little to the right 
and I went towards the left, working from tree to tree and 
from bush to bush through as thick a patch of jungle as I ever 
wish to follow a wounded seladang into. It was intensely 
exciting, Yasin suddenly halted, made a chck with his 
tongue to attract my attention, and stabbed with his right 
hand in a direction slightly to his left My eyes followed 
the line of his gesticulation, I saw a waving mass of palm, 
I heard a slight rustle, and naturally thou^^ht that the bull 
was there. I worked round towards this spot, with my eyes 
carefully rivetted on the clump of palms, and in doing this 
I nearly trod upon — my seladang — dead. I whistled to 
Yasin. I pointed to the dead beast. He was more than 
astonished, because he swore that he had actually seen a 
seladang where I had only seen a waving palm, and it certainly 
could not have been the beast that now lay dead at our feet. 
I had to satisfy my curiosity before I did anything else, so 
went towards the place where Yasin had seen the seladang, 
and sure enouf^h there were the tracks. We followed these 
tracks back a bit— they passed quite close to where the dead 
bull lay — and some fifty yards away found where Yasin's bull 
had been lying down. 
I think he had been attracted by the dying groan— it was 
the dying groan after all — and had come to see what it was all 
about; he had then quietly passed on and we happened to 
arrive just at the moment. It was lucky that I had not 
been in Yasin's position, because had I been so I should most 
certainly have fired, naturally taking the new bull for my 
wounded one. It was also extremely fortunate that the 
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