Starting in the early morning, accompanied by two of Sheikh
Said's boys, Suliman and Faraj, each carrying a rifle, while I
carried a shot-gun, we followed a footpath to the westward in the
wilderness of Mgunda Mkhali. There, after walking a short while
in the bush, as I heard the grunt of a buffalo close on my left,
I took "Blissett" in hand, and walked to where I soon espied a
large herd quietly feeding. They were quite unconscious of my
approach, so I took a shot at a cow, and wounded her; then, after
reloading, put a ball in a bull and staggered him also. This
caused great confusion among them; but as none of the animals
knew where the shots came from, they simply shifted about in a
fidgety manner, allowing me to kill the first cow, and even fire
a fourth shot, which sickened the great bull, and induced him to
walk off, leaving the herd to their fate, who, considerably
puzzled, began moving off also.

I now called up the boys, and determined on following the herd
down before either skinning the dead cow or following the bull,
who I knew could not go far. Their footprints being well defined
in the moist sandy soil, we soon found the herd again; but as
they now knew they were pursued, they kept moving on in short
runs at a time, when, occasionally gaining glimpses of their
large dark bodies as they forced through the bush, I repeated my
shots and struck a good number, some more and some less severely.
This was very provoking; for all of them being stern shots were
not likely to kill, and the jungle was so thick I could not get a
front view of them. Presently, however, one with her hind leg
broken pulled up on a white-ant hill, and, tossing her horns,
came down with a charge the instant I showed myself close to her.