This hit him, and he swam still farther off; but he soon got his footing, and again gave a fair mark as before.

I missed him again, having fired a little over him.
The fifth shot brought luck and sank him.

I do not know where he was hit, as of course I could not get to him; but most likely it was in the spine, as so small a portion of his body was above water.
I passed nearly the whole day in practising at long ranges; but with no very satisfactory effect; several buffaloes badly wounded had reached the jungle, and my shoulder was so sore from the recoil of the heavy rifle during several days' shooting with the large charge of powder, that I was obliged to reduce the charge to six drachms and give up the long shots.
It was late in the afternoon, and the heat of the day had been intense.
I was very hungry, not having breakfasted, and I made up my mind to return to the tent, which was now some eight miles distant.

I was riding over the plain on my way home, when I saw a fine bull spring from a swampy hollow and gallop off.

Putting spurs to my horse, I was soon after him, carrying the four-ounce rifle; and, upon seeing himself pursued, he took shelter in a low but dry hollow, which was a mass of lofty bulrush and coarse tangled grass, rising about ten feet high in an impervious mass.