ELAxND BULL. 
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pace before I was fairly in the saddle. The bull 
was some quarter of a mile ahead, going at a steady 
trot, with Crafty at his heels. 
I gradually made up the lost ground, saving and 
nursing my pony to the utmost, and had been riding 
a long way within fifty yards of him, utterly unable 
to get an inch nearer, when I saw Clifton and his 
after-rider meeting him. Clifton turned out of the 
way, to let me have the whole honour to myself. The 
bull rushed broadside past him within twenty yards, 
a sore temptation for a man with a double-barrelled 
Westley Bichards in his hand ; but he allowed the 
bull to pass him unmolested. Billy, on seeing the 
other horses, made a last spurt and ran right up to 
the bull, horse and mail doing all that nature could. 
The brute strained every nerve to reach the 
river, which was within one hundred yards of 
him, but it was not to be. I jumped off and 
bowled him over, giving him the ball through his 
tail, high up and right into his lungs, and he fell 
dead in a few yards ; Billy and I ran down like a 
mill-stream. I took off saddle and bridle, and the 
pony was himself again in no time. My prize was 
a noble brute ; his skin measured ten feet, cut off 
at the neck. The Kaffirs came up in about an hour, 
and we skinned him. He was in first-rate order, 
and I returned to camp, after having cut him up 
and taken out his fat, with the breast across my 
saddle. The Kaffirs lighted a fire, and stayed there 
all night feasting. 
