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fatal, the ball must strike above the horn bosses, but 
yet pass below that obstructive branch. The interval 
looked like a scant 4 inches ; but at 100 yards one ought 
to manage that—or stay at home. Moreover, I had a 
solid rest on the ant-hill, and the -375 “solid” struck the 
selected spot with mechanical precision. We all heard 
the impact—it was upon “ meat ”•—but by some strange 
mischance, none of our three pairs of eyes saw anything 
“With Enormous Corrugated Bosses.” 
A Second Great Buffalo-Bull. 
more. The dark blurr had vanished . . . how and 
where? No time for reflection was given ; for, at the 
shot, the forest seemed amove, and a second huge black 
bulk loomed up obscure and indistinct amid the shades. 
Again an opportune glint of sunlight revealed the 
enormous corrugated bosses of an old buffalo bull, 
standing full broadside at 100 yards. The second bullet 
struck fair on centre of shoulder and the beast stumbled 
forward and fell. We could, however, see that he still 
held his horns upright. I had only three more “solid” 
cartridges in my belt, so, having regard to contingencies, 
