William Cotton Oswell, hunter and explorer; the story of his life, with certain correspondence and extracts from the private journal of David Livingstone, hitherto unpublished; . AFRICA: FIRST EXPEDITION 113 this tribute from men who were the outcome of centuriesof the necessary cultivation of the qualities to the highestpoint. The country of the Ba-Katla swarmed with buffaloes, andhe had several narrow escapes from them : One morning whilst the wagons were moving slowlythrough the low bush three bulls crossed the line of was on my horse Superior, and with a shout to Murraythat I meant
William Cotton Oswell, hunter and explorer; the story of his life, with certain correspondence and extracts from the private journal of David Livingstone, hitherto unpublished; . AFRICA: FIRST EXPEDITION 113 this tribute from men who were the outcome of centuriesof the necessary cultivation of the qualities to the highestpoint. The country of the Ba-Katla swarmed with buffaloes, andhe had several narrow escapes from them : One morning whilst the wagons were moving slowlythrough the low bush three bulls crossed the line of was on my horse Superior, and with a shout to Murraythat I meant to make sure of a bag, galloped after them,and singling out one, got alongside of him within five feet,and fired. He pitched upon his head and lay perfectlymotionless. Making sure he was dead I would not givehim the second barrel, and turned the horse to ride after. HORNS OF THE BUFFALO THAT KILLED inside curve, 77 inches ; between tips, 24 inches. Width, 14 inches. the two others which were still in view; but before Icould get my animal into his stride the wounded beastsprang up and struck him heavily. I felt the thud, butthe horse did not fall, and cantered on for twenty yards,when the whisk of his tail dabbled my trousers with blood,and on getting off I found a hole thirty inches deep andnearly wide enough to get into, in the flank, for the hornhad been driven up to its base. The bull was two weakto follow up the attack, and died where he stood; theVOL. I. 8 114 WILLIAM COTTON OSWELL horse crawled a few yards and then, seeing it was a hope-less case, I put a ball through his head. On another occasion his life was saved by his muscles : Coming homeward one afternoon we stumbled intothe middle of a herd asleep in the long grass. Our suddenappearance startled them from their dreams; a panicseized them and away they galloped in the
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