From this spot, with a good telescope, I could watch the greater part of the plain, which was at this time enlivened by the numerous herds of wild buffaloes scattered over the surface.

A large bull was standing alone about half a mile from the tent, and I thought him a fine beast to begin with.
I started with two well-known and trusty gun-bearers.

This bull apparently did not wish to fight, and when at nearly 400 yards' distance he turned and galloped off.

I put up all the sights of the long two-ounce rifle, and for an instant he dropped to the shot at this distance, but recovering immediately he turned round, and, although upon only three legs, he charged towards me.

At this distance I should have had ample time to reload before he could have come near me, so I took a quiet shot at him with my four-ounce rifle.