Again I waited until he was almost upon me, and then I sent another arrow into his other eye, blinding him completely.

On this, the poor brute brought up sharp, and commenced to back in an uncertain way, bellowing with pain.

I forgot all my fever in the excitement, and rushing upon the beast with my tomahawk, I dealt him a blow on the side of the head that made him stagger.

I brought him to the earth with two or three more blows, and a few minutes later had administered the _coup-de-grace_.

No sooner was the big bull dead than I determined to test the efficacy of a very popular native remedy for fever--for shivering fits still continued to come upon me at most awkward times, usually late in the day.