Oh, how I longed for that rifle in this moment of suspense! Unloaded, without the power of defence, with the absolute certainty of a charge from an overpowering brute, my hand instinctively found the handle of my hunting-knife, a useless weapon against such a foe.
Knowing that B.was not aware of my situation at the distance which separated us (about a mile), without taking my eyes from the figure before me, I raised my hand to my mouth and gave a long and loud whistle; this was a signal that I knew would be soon answered if heard.
With a stealthy step and another short grunt, the bull again advanced a couple of paces towards me.He seemed aware of my helplessness, and he was the picture of rage and fury, pawing the water and stamping violently with his forefeet.
This was very pleasant! I gave myself up for lost, but putting as fierce an expression into my features as I could possibly assume, I stared hopelessly at my maddened antagonist.
Suddenly a bright thought flashed through my mind.Without taking my eyes off the animal before me, I put a double charge of powder down the right-hand barrel, and tearing off a piece of my shirt, I took all the money from my pouch, three shillings in sixpenny pieces, and two anna pieces, which I luckily had with me in this small coin for paying coolies.Quickly making them into a rouleau with the piece of rag, Irammed them down the barrel, and they were hardly well home before the bull again sprang forward.So quick was it that I had no time to replace the ramrod, and I threw it in the water, bringing my gun on full cock in the same instant.However, he again halted, being now within about seven paces from me, and we again gazed fixedly at each other, but with altered feelings on my part.I had faced him hopelessly with an empty gun for more than a quarter of an hour, which seemed a century.I now had a charge in my gun, which I knew if reserved till he was within a foot of the muzzle would certainly floor him, and I awaited his onset with comparative carelessness, still keeping my eyes opposed to his gaze.
At this time I heard a splashing in the water behind me, accompanied by the hard breathing of something evidently distressed.The next moment Iheard B.'s voice.He could hardly speak for want of breath, having run the whole way to my rescue, but I could understand that he had only one barrel loaded, and no bullets left.I dared not turn my face from the buffalo, but I cautioned B.to reserve his fire till the bull should be close into me, and then to aim at the head.
The words were hardly uttered, when, with the concentrated rage of the last twenty minutes, he rushed straight at me! It was the work of an instant.B.fired without effect.The horns were lowered, their points were on either side of me, and the muzzle of the gun barely touched his forehead when I pulled the trigger, and three shillings' worth of small change rattled into his hard head.Down he went, and rolled over with the suddenly checked momentum of his charge.Away went B.and I as fast as our heels would carry us, through the water and over the plain, knowing that he was not dead but only stunned.There was a large fallen tree about half a mile from us, whose whitened branches, rising high above the ground, offered a tempting asylum.To this we directed our flying steps, and, after a run of a hundred yards, we turned and looked behind us.He had regained his feet and was following us slowly.We now experienced the difference of feeling between hunting and being hunted, and fine sport we must have afforded him.
On he came, but fortunately so stunned by the collision with her Majesty's features upon the coin which he had dared to oppose that he could only reel forward at a slow canter.By degrees even this pace slackened, and he fell.We were only too glad to be able to reduce our speed likewise, but we had no sooner stopped to breathe, than he was again up and after us.At length, however, we gained the tree, and we beheld him with satisfaction stretched powerless upon the ground, but not dead, within two hundred yards of us.
We retreated under cover of the forest to the spot at which we had left the horses, fortunately meeting no opposition from wild animals, and we shortly arrived at the village at which we took up our quarters, vowing vengeance on the following morning for the defeat that we had sustained.
A man is a poor defenceless wretch if left to defend himself against wild animals with the simple natural weapons of arms, legs, and teeth.Atom-cat would almost be a match for him.He has legs which will neither serve him for pursuit or escape if he is forced to trust only in his speed.He has strength of limb which is useless without some artificial weapon.He is an animal who, without the power of reason, could not even exist in a wild state; his brain alone gives him the strength to support his title of lord of the creation.
Nevertheless, a lord of the creation does not appear in much majesty when running for his life from an infuriated buffalo;--the assumed title sits uneasily upon him when, with scarcely a breath left in his body, he struggles along till he is ready to drop with fatigue, expecting to be overtaken at every step.We must certainly have exhibited poor specimens of the boasted sway of man over the brute creation could a stranger have witnessed our flight on this occasion.
The next morning we were up at daybreak, and we returned to the battlefield of the previous evening in the full expectation of seeing our wounded antagonist lying dead where we had left him.In this we were disappointed--he was gone, and we never saw him again.
I now had my long two-ounce and my four-ounce rifles with me, and I was fully prepared for a deep revenge for the disgrace of yesterday.
