Two distinct paths led to it among the tall reeds, and the two youths, separating, chose each of them his path, and waded into the thicket in search of the furious beast.

Meanwhile, the horsemen, who had come to see the sport, scrambled on to the high dyke, from whence they could survey the whole willow wood.
Martin had scarce advanced a hundred paces among the reeds when he heard the snorting of the bull.

For a moment he thought of calling to the stranger youth, who had taken the other path, but pride restrained him.
Alone he would subdue the beast, and he boldly sought the spot from whence the snorting proceeded.
There lay the huge beast in the midst of the reeds.

He had buried himself up to the knees in the swamp, and, whether from rage or for amusement, had trampled down a large area of rushes all round about him.
When he heard the clatter of the approaching hoofs, he raised his head.
One horn, prematurely developed, bent forwards, the other stood up straight and pointed.

His sooty black forehead was covered with prickly water-burrs, across his snout was the scar of a large and badly healed wound.
On perceiving the approaching horseman, he immediately raised himself on his fore feet and uttered a wild prolonged roar.