The grass was most verdant, about the height of a field fit for the scythe in England, but not so thick.From this the snipe arose at every twenty or thirty paces, although, the ground was perfectly dry.Crossing a large meadow, and skirting the banks of the lake, from which the ducks and teal rose in large flocks, we entered a long neck of jungle which stretched far into the lake.This was not above two hundred paces in width, and we soon emerged upon an extensive plain bordered by fine forest, the waters of the lake stretching far away upon our left, like a sheet of gold.A few large rocks rose above the surface near the shore;these were covered with various kinds of wild fowl.The principal tenants of the plain were wild buffaloes.
A herd of about a hundred were lying in a swampy hollow about a quarter of a mile from us: Several single bulls were dotted about the green surface of the level plain, and on the opposite shores of the lake were many dark patches undistinguishable in the distance; these were in reality herds of buffaloes.There was not a sound in the wide expanse before us, except the harsh cry of the water-fowl that our presence had already disturbed--not a breath of air moved the leaves of the trees which shaded us--and the whole scene was that of undisturbed nature.The sun had now sunk low upon the horizon, and the air was comparatively cool.The multitude of buffaloes enchanted us, and with our two light double-barrels, we advanced to the attack of the herd before us.
We had not left the obscurity of the forest many seconds before we were observed.The herd started up from their muddy bed and gazed at us with astonishment.It was a fair open plain of some thousand acres, bounded by the forest which we had just quitted on the one side, and by the lake on the other; thus there was no cover for our advance, and all we could do was to push on.
As we approached the herd they ranged up in a compact body, presenting a very regular line in front.From this line seven large bulls stepped forth, and from their vicious appearance seemed disposed to show fight.
In the meantime we were running up, and were soon within thirty paces of them.At this distance the main body of the herd suddenly wheeled round and thundered across the plain in full retreat.One of the bulls at the same moment charged straight at us, but when within twenty paces of the guns he turned to one side, and instantly received two balls in the shoulder, B.and I having fired at the same moment.As luck would have it, his blade-bone was thus broken, and he fell upon his knees, but recovering himself in an instant, he retreated on three legs to the water.
We now received assistance from an unexpected quarter.One of the large bulls, his companions, charged after him with great fury, and soon overtaking the wounded beast, he struck him full in the side, throwing him over with a great shock on the muddy border of the lake.Here the wounded animal lay unable to rise, and his conqueror commenced a slow retreat across the plain.
Leaving B.to extinguish the wounded buffalo, I gave chase to the retreating bull.At an easy canter he would gain a hundred paces and then, turning, he would face me; throwing his nose up, and turning his head to one side with a short grunt, he would advance quickly for a few paces, and then again retreat as I continued to approach.
In this manner he led me a chase of about a mile along the banks of the lake, but he appeared determined not to bring the fight to an issue at close quarters.Cursing his cowardice, I fired a long shot at him, and reloading my last spare ball I continued the chase, led on by ignorance and excitement.
The lake in one part stretched in a narrow creek into the plain, and the bull now directed his course into the angle formed by this turn.Ithought that I lead him in a corner, and, redoubling my exertions, Igained upon him considerably.He retreated slowly to the very edge of the creek, and I had gained so fast upon him that I was not thirty paces distant, when he plunged into the water and commenced swimming across the creek.This was not more than sixty yards in breadth, and I knew that I could now bring him to action.
Running round the borders of the creek as fast as I could, I arrived at the opposite side on his intended landing-place just as his black form reared from the deep water and gained the shallows, into which I had waded knee-deep to meet him.I now experienced that pleasure as he stood sullenly eyeing me within fifteen paces.Poor stupid fellow! I would willingly, in my ignorance, have betted ten to one upon the shot, so certain was I of his death in another instant.
I took a quick but steady aim at his chest, at the point of connection with the throat.The smoke of the barrel passed to one side;--there he stood--he had not flinched; he literally had not moved a muscle.The only change that had taken place was in his eye; this, which had hitherto been merely sullen, was now beaming with fury; but his form was as motionless as a statue.A stream of blood poured from a wound within an inch of the spot at which I had aimed; had it not been for this fact, I should not have believed him struck.
Annoyed at the failure of the shot, I tried him with the left-hand barrel at the same hole.The report of the gun echoed over the lake, but there he stood as though he bore a charmed life;--an increased flow of blood from the wound and additional lustre in his eye were the only signs of his being struck.
I was unloaded, and had not a single ball remaining.It was now his turn.I dared not turn to retreat, as I knew he would immediately charge, and we stared each other out of countenance.
With a short grunt he suddenly sprang forward, but fortunately, as I did not move, he halted; he had, however, decreased his distance, and we now gazed at each other within ten paces.I began to think buffalo-shooting somewhat dangerous, and I would have given something to have been a mile away, but ten times as much to have had my four-ounce rifle in my hand.
