A BUFFALO AND RHINO RIGHT AND LEFT. 
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before, I gave the leading bull a shot from the other 
barrel of my rifle ; he staggered on some forty yards 
and then fell, but quickly recovering himself, moved 
off slowly into the covert. It was easy enough to take 
up the blood-tracks, so we followed him, for some little 
distance, until he suddenly sprang up, from under a very 
thick bush about fifteen yards off, and, confronting us 
for one second, charged straight down. I did not give 
him much time, for before he had come three yards 
I shot him fair in the chest with the eight-bore, and 
knocked him over stone dead. This was perhaps just 
as well, for, had I failed to bring him down, I feel 
convinced he would have had me, or one of my gun- 
bearers, as there was nothing like a substantial tree 
within thirty yards of us. He proved a capital bull, 
with horns measuring thirty-nine and a quarter inches 
at the widest part. 
We then went to look for the rhino, and found 
her lying in such a natural position, that my men 
would not believe she was dead, and followed me 
at a respectful distance while I went up to her. 
She had, quite recently, been terribly mangled on 
the flank and quarters by a lion, and great pieces 
of flesh had been bitten or torn out. I was much 
surprised at this, and, without the evidence of my 
own eyes, should have been disinclined to believe that 
any lion would have thought it worth his while to 
attack so tough a monster. To bring down a rhino 
and a buffalo with a right and left, is, I believe, some¬ 
thing unique in the history of sport. 
