Stopping short, I was exactly opposite the herd as they filed by me at right angles in full speed, within about a hundred and eighty yards.

I had my old Ceylon No.

10 double rifle, and I took a steady shot at a large dark-colored bull.

The satisfactory sound of the ball upon his hide was followed almost immediately by his blundering forward for about twenty yards and falling heavily in the low bush.

I heard the crack of the ball of my left-hand barrel upon another fine beast, but no effects followed.