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WILD BEASTS AND THEIR WAYS 
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of their ways with far greater pleasure than I should 
have felt in shooting them. 
That big bull which I had extinguished was quite 
enough to prove all that I required ; it was so heavy 
that, when Texas Bill arrived, our united efforts could 
not turn it upon its side. 
There was nothing new in American bisons, unless 
it was the mercy shown to them on this occasion. 
That was a grand fellow ; his mighty head is in my 
hall at this moment, stuffed and set up, as though 
alive, by that great artist Mr. Rowland Ward, who 
declared it to be the finest he had seen, huge, black, 
and shaggy, the dark colour of the head contrasting 
with the nut-brown of the neck and body. 
It was an interesting post-mortem examination of 
this bull, and should ladies honour these pages with 
a perusal, they will of course pass over the descriptions 
which can so easily be avoided. The ’577 solid bullet, 
with a 6-dram charge of powder, had entered about 
2 inches upon the left of the tail-root. This had 
passed through the pelvis, which was fractured, and 
had occasioned the paralysis of the hind legs. The 
bullet then perforated the intestines, passed through 
the paunch and lungs, and, having traversed the 
entire cavity of the body, it was found imbedded in 
the fleshy mass of the neck. 
I can only ask those persons who patronise the 
hollow Express bullet-—Where would that wretched 
projectile have been after striking such a bone as the 
pelvis of a bull bison ? It would never have broken 
such a bone, but it would have smashed into a 
