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to look round and I put my second bullet right onto his shoulder, breaking it clean. I felt he was mine, but he staggered off and I gave him 2 more - the first one being far back I know, but the last one being near the shoulder again. This pulled him up & there he stood with his stern to me, head down & his legs straddled. I only gave him a few seconds before he toppled over dead. But no - away went the cows & away he struggled after them on 3 legs - sick to death. I had no fears and never believed he could go 300 yards, I had nothing but admiration and pity for him. 

Now enters on the scene the curse of all shooters in S. Africa - the zebras. I saw the eland cows pull up & look & there galloping across the plain to join them were a dozen zebras, kicking & bucking & playing the fool. They came up to the eland & carried them off. The poor old Bull never had time to stop, but he plodded along in rear, making his expiring effort. 1/2 a mile to a mile I watched them & then the forest swallowed them. I could hardly believe it as I dashed in pursuit. I felt the first qualms of losing him. I knew that