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They took up the trail and went some little distance into the 
papyrus, where we heard them give tongue, and immedi¬ 
ately afterward there came the angry grunt of the wounded 
buffalo. It had risen and gone off thirty yards into the 
papyrus, alilmugh mortally wounded—the frothy blood 
I from the lungs was actually coming out of my first bullet- 
f ^ hole, its anger now made it foolish, and it followed the 
^ 5 dogs to the edge of the papyrus. Here we caught a glimpse 
fo of it. Down it went to our shots, and in a minute we heard 
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% ^ the moaning bellow which a wounded buffalo often gives be- 
I f fore dying. Immediately afterward we could hear the dogs 
I ^worrying it, while it bellowed again, it was still living as I 
I came up, and though it evidently could not rise, there was a 
^chance of its damaging one of the dogs, so I finished it off 
with a shot from the Winchester. Heller reached it that af- 
ternoon, and the skin and meat were brought in by the porters 
- before niglitfalL 
I Cuninghame remained with the body while the rest of 
I 5. us rode off and killed several different animals we wanted. 
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% I In the afternoon I returned, having a vaguely uncomfort- 
^ 2 able feeling that as it grew dusk the buffalo might possi- 
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^ S’bly make their appearance again. Sure enough, there they 
f o were. A number of them were in the open plain, although 
I I close to the swamp, a mile and a half beyond the point 
^where the work of cutting up the cow was just being fin¬ 
ished, and the porters were preparing to start with their 
loads. It seemed very strange that after their experience in 
the morning any of the herd should be willing to come into 
the open so soon. But there they were. They were grazing 
to the number of about a dozen. Looking at them through 
the glasses I could see that their attention was attracted to 
