tion of the old bull whilst I attended to the mother and
calf. I dropped my pole to which the lasso was attached, and allowed the
little one to walk quickly away with it; but, as I anticipated, the
trailing shaft soon caught between the stumps of some trees, and made the
calf a more secure prisoner than ever. It was a curious repetition of
the story of the two whales. The mother walked round and round, and
appeared to be in the greatest distress. She never left her little one's
side, but continued to bellow loudly, and lick the calf to coax it away.
Quietly sliding down my tree, I made my way to where Yamba was still
holding the attention of the bull--a fiery brute who was pawing the
ground with rage at the foot of her tree. I had fitted an arrow to my
bow, and was preparing to shoot, when, unfortunately, the bull detected
the noise of my approach, and rushed straight at me. I confess it was
rather a trying moment, but I never lost my head, feeling confident of my
skill with the bow--which I had practised off and on ever since I had
left school at Montreux. I actually waited until the charging monster
was within a few paces, and then I let fly. So close was he that not
much credit is due to me for accurate aim. The arrow fairly transfixed
his right eye, causing him to pull up on his haunches, and roar with
pain.

Yamba, full of anxiety, hurried down her tree; but she had scarcely
reached the ground when the baffled bull wheeled and charged her, with
more fury than ever. She simply glided behind a tree, and then I showed
myself and induced the bull to charge me once more. 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. No matter how much grass
poor Yamba brought me as covering, I never could get warm, and so now I
thought I would try some animal heat.

Sca