of the sea-lion, and we
too soon recognised it as the voice of an angry bull. Again the bull
bellowed, and this time several other bulls lent their voices to the
terror-inspiring chorus. We ran to the top of the highest mound near
us, and thence we made out five or six bulls, with their tails up in the
air, rushing towards us, following one whose voice we first heard. The
spot on which we stood afforded us no protection, for the beasts would
have rushed up it in a moment, but a couple of hundred yards on was a
rock with steep sides, just rising above the grass; and our only chance
of safety was to climb it before the horns of the first bull had reached
our backs. Had he come directly on, as fast as his legs could carry
him, this we should have had no chance of doing; but instead of that, he
every now and then stuck his sharp ugly-looking horns into the grass,
and tossed it above his head, as if to show how he intended to treat us
when he caught us. We rushed on with our eyes fixed on the rock, not
venturing to look behind, and expecting every moment to feel his horns
at our backs. We kept a tight hold of our guns, but unfortunately
dropped our wallets and the game we had shot. On we ran and on came the
bull; the rock was a dozen yards before us, and he was not much further
off in our rear. We sprang on; Jerry tripped over a lump of decayed
grass, but he picked himself up, and, crying to me not to stop, followed
me. The face of the rock was too perpendicular directly in front to
allow me to get up it, but a little to the right it was more broken. I
sprang towards the place, and scrambled up. Jerry reached the foot of
the rock; the bull was making for the right side, where he had seen me
climb up. In another moment he would have pinned Jerry to the rock, or
tossed him up to me.

"Help me! help me, Harry!" he sung out, with good reason dreadfully
alarmed. I had just time to throw myself down at full length, and, by
loaning over the rock, to seize his hand, before the bull, seeing him,
with a terrific bellow made a full butt at him. With a strength I did
not think myself capable of exerting, I hauled him up to me, the bull's
horns actually passing between his feet! In his hurry, however, he
dropped his gun at the foot of the rock, and the bull vented his rage
and disappointment by giving it several butts as it lay on the ground;
and I was in great hopes that he would strike the lock and make it go
off--it wo