Mexico weekly ledger., 1882-12-07
Hunting In India.
A Bull Chase Where II Was the Bull That Had
All the Fun.


A Bull chas. whsr. 1t Was the Bull That Had
Lieut.. Neville Chamberlain sends to
the Field the following description Of
an encounter he had with a bison in the
woods of the Mahrajah of Mysore:
II had no companion, 50 / took with
me one of the local shikaris named
Kampa, and another man to carry my
spare rifle. MY battery consisted of q
double-barreled eight-bore rifle and q
double-barreled twelve-bore rifle. / took
the eight-bore myself, and giving
Kampa my twelye-bore, crawled up to
the herd through the grass. Out of
some high grass just in front of me rose
q splendid old bull. He was only about
twenty yards of, and was just moving
behind a clump of bamboos, when l
fired at the point of his shoulder with
the eight-bore. A great stampede took
place. The smoke hung in the long
grass-which as / knelt was nearly up
to my neck-and 1 could not see to give
him the second barrel. / ran forward,
but could see nothing; so, still running,
l opened the breach Of the rifle, threw
out the empty cartridge, and was in the
dct u pushing liCSu CoItAiuSc uOlACs
when from behind a small, thick c,ump
of bamboos, some five yards from me
and about thirty yards from where l
had started, / heard a loud snort.
Kampa gasped out: "Kartim OLSON
and vanished; and at once the bull
came charging down on me. l only had
time, as he hurried himself at me, to
spring behind q small tree on my left
He whizzed past like a battering-raEl,
cutting a large slab of bark out with
his horns, and, turning almost in his
own length, was around at me again.
This occurred four o. five times, but my
attention was 30 fully taken up in dodg-
ing him that / could not get the rifle
ready for use. To make a long story
short, it ended by my catching my feet
in 3 creeper. / fell yer backward, and
as l rose he ran in and tossed me. One
horn, / suppose his left one, fortunately
went clear through my breeches and
flannel shirt, tearing them to ribbons,
and, SO far al l a remember, l SEEM
ed to sit IN his head, while his other
horn passed under my right arm. He
threw me q long way, and l fell on my
back under some bamboos, the rifle
dropping out of my hand from the
shock Of being tossed. was a great
deal shaken, and out of breath. but /
think my first thought was that now he
would leave me if l kept still; but he
ran up again and stood over my body,
shaking bis huge head over my chest
I thought then that it was hopeless. l
could think Of nothing better to do to
protect myself, so sat up and struck
him four or five times with my fist on
one eye,w which l could just reach when
his head was down. He shook his head
and pushed me back with his nose. ]
managed then to plant several severe
kicks on his muzzle with my heavy
hobnailed boots, and he commenced
sparring at my legs with his horns. !
did my best TO Keep them out of the
way, but got a few bruises IN the shins.
This began to be monotonous, and I
knew another toss would not find a
friendly pair of pants. He was still
standing e me when l got in a good
volley Of hebnails on his nose, shouted
at him, and sat up to hit him again;
then, to my intense relief, he gave q
below, and went crashing off down
hill. / never saw the bull again"