BUFFALO. 
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best cow full in the breast, and sprang, at the same 
instant, almost into the fork, and was knocked out of 
it again as quickly with the tremendous charge she 
made against the trunk, almost splitting her skull, 
and rolling over dead at the tree-root, shot through 
the middle of the heart. Another time I and my 
companion both fired together at an old bull, hitting 
him hard, and I was chasing him at my best pace, for 
a second shot, when I became aware of another 
galloping alongside me, twenty-five yards to my 
right, on the open. I pulled up immediately, aimed 
forward, and fired, hitting him in front of the 
shoulder-blade, and, in all my experience, I never 
saw one knocked over like that. His legs flew from 
under him, and he lay sprawling some lengths ahead ; 
there was a low thorn-tree between us, with wide- 
spreading branches almost sweeping the ground, 
which I made for. He jumped up instantly and 
charged, arid as I ducked under on the lower side he 
came smack through, breaking off one of the main 
limbs on the upper side, and away he went, and I 
never set eyes on him more. We eventually bagged 
our first, my companion hitting him in the eye as 
he came on. 
