One of the bulls from this herd had separated from the troop, and had taken to the lake; he had waded out for about 400 yards, and was standing shoulder-deep.

This was a fine target; a black spot upon the bright surface of the lake, although there was not more than eighteen inches of his body above the water.

I rode to the very edge of the lake, and then dismounting I took a rest upon my saddle.

My horse, being well accustomed to this work, stood like a statue, but the ball dapped in the water just beyond the mark.

The buffalo did not move an inch until the third shot.