I peeped over the horse's back, and, to my delight and surprise, I saw the carcass of the bull lying within three feet of him.

His head was pierced by the ball exactly between the horns, and death had been instantaneous.

The horse, having reared to his full height, had entangled his hind legs in the grass, and he had fallen backwards without being touched by the buffalo, although the horns were close into him.
I was rather pleased at being so well out of this scrape, and I made up my mind never again to follow buffaloes into high grass.

Turning towards the position of the tent, I rode homewards.

The plain appeared deserted, and I rode for three or four miles along the shores of the lake without seeing a head of game.