A BUFFALO HUNT. 
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mediately, and made another dead set at me. There 
was but half a bush between us, and he stood not ten 
yards off, eyeing me furiously, the blood streaming 
down his face from a bullet between the eyes, but too 
low to be fatal. A second tremendous charge I 
avoided almost literally by the skin of my teeth. All 
this time, which seemed to me almost as many hours 
as it was in reality minutes, not a Kaffir or even one 
of my dogs came to my aid to attract his attention, 
though they must both have heard all that was going 
on. A third time we stood in close proximity; there 
was nothing but the remnants of the trampled bush 
between us. I never removed my eye an instant from 
