Through the heart of Patagonia . the animals, whileroving in search of pasture, reaching any better position with regardto me. while any movement on my part to approach them musthave been through the dead bushes. There was nothing for itthen but to stand up and take the chance of a shot. A tv^ igsnapped in my rising and the herd charged furiously away. A redbull, which had travelled higher than his fellows upon the slope ofthe mountain, gave very much the best chance as he raced alongnearly broadside on. He turned a complete somersault to the shot and lay so stillthat I thought I had killed hi
Through the heart of Patagonia . the animals, whileroving in search of pasture, reaching any better position with regardto me. while any movement on my part to approach them musthave been through the dead bushes. There was nothing for itthen but to stand up and take the chance of a shot. A tv^ igsnapped in my rising and the herd charged furiously away. A redbull, which had travelled higher than his fellows upon the slope ofthe mountain, gave very much the best chance as he raced alongnearly broadside on. He turned a complete somersault to the shot and lay so stillthat I thought I had killed him. As I went towards him, however,he scrambled to his feet and galloped after the retreating herd, andalthough upon their tracks for the greater part of the evening, at nopoint on the way, nor at the spot where he had fallen, did I find anytraces of blood, I therefore concluded that he had put his foot in ahole, and that I had missed him clean Since my return I haveheard the end of the history. The red bull was found dead quite.
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