A TOUGH BULL. 
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unable to whet my appetite for sport, and went down 
to the river to get a drink. While scooping up the 
water, a splendid buffalo bull jumped up on the opposite 
bank about seventy yards off, and having only the 450° 
express in my hand, I shot at his neck as he was 
making off. Whether the bullet took effect I do not 
know, but after floundering about amongst some thick 
bushes under the trees, he retraced his steps and passed 
me broadside. With two shots from the eight-bore I 
broke his shoulder and sent a ball through the lungs ; 
but this was not enough, as he charged down the bank 
and began crossing the river straight for us. I then 
gave him another shot, which made him lie down in 
the water, where, after prolonged bellowing, he expired. 
He had a very fine massive head, thirty-eight inches 
across the widest part. 
On February 28th we sent off twenty men to Taveta, 
to bring in the mail and fresh supplies, which were 
much needed. Then moving some six miles down the 
river, into still more open country, we encamped on the 
left bank, as the ground on the right was hilly and much 
broken. The Arusha-wa-cini lived, we were told, some 
twelve miles farther down the river, where the Masai 
had recently arrived with 10,000 head of cattle. The 
W’Arusha are divided into the Wa-cini (those who 
live in the lower plains) and the Wa-juu (those who 
live higher up near Mount Meru), and both are an 
excessively thieving lot, and not to be trusted in any way. 
We had the misfortune to lose one of our donkeys 
about this time ; the men said it was from the bite of a 
