. Wild scenes of a hunter's life; . s mouth amass of foam. He was entirely in my power, as I had only tospring from my horse and bowl him over. I felt certain of him,but resolved not to shoot as long as his course lay in the directionof the wagons. At length, surprised at the resolute manner inwhich he held for my camp, I headed him ; when, tomy astonish-ment, he did not in the slightest swt^rve from his course, buttrottod along behind my horse like a dog following me. This atonce roused my suspicions, and I felt certain that the cunning oldfellow was making for some retreat, so 1 resolved to
. Wild scenes of a hunter's life; . s mouth amass of foam. He was entirely in my power, as I had only tospring from my horse and bowl him over. I felt certain of him,but resolved not to shoot as long as his course lay in the directionof the wagons. At length, surprised at the resolute manner inwhich he held for my camp, I headed him ; when, tomy astonish-ment, he did not in the slightest swt^rve from his course, buttrottod along behind my horse like a dog following me. This atonce roused my suspicions, and I felt certain that the cunning oldfellow was making for some retreat, so 1 resolved to dismount andfinish him. Just, however, as I had come to this resolution, Isuddenly found myself in a labyrinth of enormous holes, the bur-rows of the ant-bear. In front of one of these the wild boarpulled up, and, charging stern foremost into it, disappeared frommy disappointed eyes, and I saw him no more. I rode home ioimy .*nen ; and returning, we collected grass and bushes, and ta«dea ored to smoke him out, but without HUNTING THE HIPPOPOTAMUS. *J47
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