Just as he reached the summit, he was charged, and was only saved by the sudden appearance of his dog, which distracted the cow's attention.

He thus escaped with only a tumble and a few bruises.
My brother also came in for a charge, while killing the biggest bull that was slain by any of the party.

He was out alone, and saw a small herd of cows and calves at some distance, with a huge bull among them, towering above them like a giant.

There was no break in the ground, nor any tree nor bush near them, but, by making a half-circle, my brother managed to creep up against the wind behind a slight roll in the prairie surface, until he was within seventy-five yards of the grazing and unconscious beasts.

There were some cows and calves between him and the bull, and he had to wait some moments before they shifted position, as the herd grazed onward and gave him a fair shot; in the interval they had moved so far forward that he was in plain view.