Chambers's Journal of Popular Literature, Science, and Art, No. 694: April 14, 1877.Various
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Chambers's Journal of Popular Literature, Science, and Art, No. 694: April 14, 1877.
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Stunned and bleeding, our unfortunate sportsman was pitched upon his
head, and landed behind a low thorn-bush at the edge of the lake. More
dead than alive, he had yet sufficient presence of mind to remain
perfectly still. A few yards off he could see his shaggy foe, sniffing
all over the scene of the late tragedy. Satisfied with his victory,
the buffalo then raised his head, listened intently for a few minutes,
and to the inexpressible relief of his victim, trotted off in another
direction. Faint and dizzy, but feeling that he must make an effort to
escape, Captain Baldwin rose, staggered about thirty paces and then
fell over in a dead-faint. When he revived a little he found his Hindu
servant, who had been far too terrified even to try to help him in his
hour of need, crying over him, and trying to bind up his bleeding arm.
In a moment he remembered all that had happened; and motioning to the
man to be silent, he got him to help him to his feet, and with his
assistance, staggered fifty yards farther, when exhausted nature again
gave way, and he fell to the ground, able only to murmur in a faint
voice: 'Water; bring me water!' The Hindu ran down to the lake with
his master's hat, which he filled with water, and having given him a
little to drink, poured the rest of it over his head. He then cut his
linen coat into strips, dipped them in water, and with them bound up
the wounds as well as he could. 'Now,' said his master, 'put your rifle
at full cock on the ground beside me, and run for assistance as fast as
you can.'
He obeyed, and the captain in this almost helpless state was left
alone. Night was beginning to fall; and he could hear from time to
time some animal moving behind him through the undergrowth of matted
creepers and reeds; but he was too much exhausted either for curiosity
or fear, and at last, through sheer weakness, fell into a doze, from
which he was awakened by the glare of torches. A brother-officer, after
a long search, had found him; and although it was many weeks before
he could move hand or foot, he got at last all right again, and was
as dashing a sportsman as before; only he ever afterwards took care
to give a buffalo bull as wide a berth as possible--in which prudent
precaution he is imitated even by the tiger. This latter tyrant of the
jungle, red with the slaughter of scores of buffalo cows, is careful to
treat with profound respect the grizzled patriarchs of the herd.
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