Date: 1890
As we got over the last but one of these _ we reached a field in which a herd of cattle was grazing, and whether it was the impulse which exists in all animals to give chase, or whether it was a feeling of resentment against us for trespassing that animated the brute, of course I cannot tell, but one tremendous fellow of a bull started in pursuit of us with his tail in the air and his head on the ground, as if he were trying some new mode of ploughing, aud had not quite matured the scheme.  I knew this meant mischief, I also kuew that running was of no use, as he was gaining on us like a locomotive.  Suddenly the tiger story flashed across my mind.