, and when the animal
approached, he had the presence of mind to lie flat on his back. The
beast approached, but stood at his feet without offering any violence.
The other sportsmen called repeatedly to their companion to arise and
escape. For some time, however, he disregarded their advice, fearful of
the consequences. At length, in compliance with their entreaty, he
arose. The buffalo instantly rushed forward, but Mr. White escaped by
again throwing himself down; while the enraged beast, missing his aim,
fell on the ground, his horns grazing Mr. White's back, as he passed
over him. After this lucky escape, he seized the favourable opportunity,
and regained his horse. The buffalo then took refuge in a tank; and when
his former opponent joined his companions, who were standing on the
bank, the animal issued forth, and selecting Lieut. White for the object
of his vengeance, pursued him to a considerable distance. The buffalo
was now rendered quite furious, and attacked every thing within his
reach, such as cows and dogs. Unfortunately an old woman passed, and
became the victim of his rage; she was taken up without any appearance
of life, having her arms broken, and many wounds. The horsemen were too
fatigued to renew the attack, and the buffaloes, having gained a
victory, continued their course without further molestation. (Capt.
Brown's Pop. Nat. Hist.)

Mr. Pringle describes the Cape Buffalo to be "a very formidable and
powerful animal, considerably larger than the domestic ox; the bony pad
on his forehead making a complete helmet, and it is impossible to pierce
him with bullets which have not been hardened by tin. He is said to be
fierce, treacherous, and savage, and even when not provoked, will attack
any man who strays near his haunts; skulking in the jungle when he sees
then approach, and then suddenly rushing out upon them. If he kill a
man, he stands over him for some time, trampling on him with his hoofs,
crushing him with his knees, mangling him with his horns, and stripping
off his skin with his rough and prickly tongue. He goes away and returns
again and again, as if he could not sufficiently glut his vengeance.

"A party of boers had gone out to hunt a herd of buffaloes which were
grazing on a piece of marshy ground. As they could not get within shot
of the game without crossing part of the marsh which was not safe for
the horses, they agreed to leave them in charge of the Hottentots, and
advance on foot, t