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the story of his life, with certain correspondence and extracts from the private journal of David Livingstone, hitherto unpublished; . ly; I fortunately caught a projecting boughof the minosa tree under which I was standing and drawingmy knees up to my chin he passed below me. I once found myself in an immense herd. The bushwas full of them, I was surrounded and had nothing to dobut stand still. They dashed about me like rooks after thewireworm in a newly ploughed field and I had the sensa-tion of drawing myself in very tight about the
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the story of his life, with certain correspondence and extracts from the private journal of David Livingstone, hitherto unpublished; . ly; I fortunately caught a projecting boughof the minosa tree under which I was standing and drawingmy knees up to my chin he passed below me. I once found myself in an immense herd. The bushwas full of them, I was surrounded and had nothing to dobut stand still. They dashed about me like rooks after thewireworm in a newly ploughed field and I had the sensa-tion of drawing myself in very tight about the they thinned out into a tail I could not begin to shoot,but there were such numbers that even then I knocked oversix at exceedingly close quarters. The danger was beingrun over or butted down in the headlong stampede. Thesame thing has happened to me, and I dare say to manyall-round shots, with elephants. How they avoided ormissed you—for they didnt seem to try to avoid—youcant tell; you come out of it without a scratch, and there-fore as a rule think no more of it. Leaving the Ba-Katla after three months magnificentsport, the wagons made their way slowly towards the. CAUGHT A PROJECTING BOUGH . . AND DRAWING MYKNEES UP ... HE PASSED BELOW ME. 8—2
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