taking my eyes from the figure before me, I raised my hand to my mouth and gave a long and loud whistle; this was a signal that I knew would be soon answered if heard. With a stealthy step and another short grunt, the bull 5 again advanced a couple of paces toward me. He seemed aware of my helplessness, and he was the picture of rage. and fury, pawing the water and stamping violently with his fore feet. I gave myself up for lost, but putting as fierce an expression into my features as I could possibly 10 assume, I stared hopelessly at my maddened antagonist. Suddenly a bright thought flashed through my mind. Without taking my eyes off the animal before me, I put a double charge of powder down the right-hand barrel, and tearing off a piece of my shirt, I took all the money from 15 my pouch, three shillings in sixpenny pieces, and two anna pieces, which I luckily had with me in this small coin for paying coolies. Quickly making them into a rouleau with the piece of rag, I rammed them down the barrel, and they were hardly 20 well home before the bull again sprang forward. So quick was it that I had no time to replace the ramrod, and I threw it into the water, bringing my gun on full cock in the same instant. However, he again halted, being now within about seven paces from me, and we again gazed 25 fixedly at each other, but with altered feelings on my part. I had faced him hopelessly with an empty gun for more than a quarter of an hour, which seemed a century. I now had a charge in my gun, which I knew if reserved till he was within a foot of the muzzle would certainly floor 30 him, and I awaited his onset with comparative carelessness, still keeping my eyes opposed to his gaze. At this time I heard a splashing in the water behind me, accompanied by the hard breathing of something evidently distressed. The next moment I heard B.'s voice. He could hardly speak for want of breath, having run the whole way to my rescue, but I could understand that he 5 had only one barrel loaded and no bullets left. I dared not turn my face from the buffalo, but I cautioned B. to reserve his fire till the bull should be close into me, and then to aim at the head. The words were hardly uttered when, with the concen- 10 trated rage of the last twenty minutes, he rushed straight at me! It was the work of an instant. B. fired without effect. The horns were lowered, their points were on either side of me, and the muzzle of the gun barely touched his forehead when I pulled the trigger and three 15 shillings' worth of small change rattled into his hard head. Down he went and rolled over with the suddenly checked momentum of his charge, and away went B. and I as fast as our heels would carry us, through the water and over the plain, knowing that he was not dead, but only stunned. 20 There was a large fallen tree about half a mile from us, whose whitened branches, rising high above the ground, offered a tempting asylum. To this we directed our flying steps, and, after a run of a hundred yards, we turned and looked behind us. He had regained his feet and was 25 following us slowly. We now experienced the difference of feeling between hunting and being hunted; and fine sport we must have afforded him. On he came, but fortunately so stunned by the collision with her Majesty's features upon the coin which he had 30 dared to oppose that he could only reel forward at a slow canter. By degrees even this pace slackened, and he fell. We were only too glad to be able to reduce our speed likewise, but we had no sooner stopped to breathe than he was again up and after us. At length, however, we 5 gained the tree, and we beheld him with satisfaction stretched powerless upon the ground, but not dead, within two hundred yards of us. We retreated under cover of the forest to the spot at which we had left the horses, fortunately meeting no 10 opposition from wild animals, and we shortly arrived at the village at which we took up our quarters. Am phib' (fib) Ious: able to live both on land and in water. Évin'çing: showing. Ăn'na: an East Indian coin worth about two and a half cents. Coo'lies: East Indian porters or carriers. Rou leau'(15): little roll; a roll of coins put up in paper, or something resembling such a roll. Mô men'tăm: the power of a moving body, according to its movement and weight; the force with which a body is driven or impelled. The Burial of Sir John Moore BY CHARLES WOLFE Charles Wolfe (1791-1823): An Irish poet and clergyman. He was born at Dublin and took his degree of B.A. at Dublin University. The poem given below was so admired that even while its author's name was unknown, and it was ascribed to Campbell, Byron, etc., it had won for itself a secure place in the heart of the nation. Not a drum was heard, not a funeral note, As his corse to the rampart we hurried; 5 10 Not a soldier discharged his farewell shot. We buried him darkly at dead of night, No useless coffin inclosed his breast, Not in sheet nor in shroud we wound him; But he lay like a warrior taking his rest With his martial cloak around him. Few and short were the prayers we said, And we spoke not a word of sorrow; But we steadfastly gazed on the face that was dead, We thought as we hollowed his narrow bed, And smoothed down his lonely pillow, That the foe and the stranger would tread o'er his head, And we far away on the billow. Lightly they'll talk of the spirit that's gone, And o'er his cold ashes upbraid him, But half our weary task was done When the clock struck the hour for retiring; And we heard the distant and random gun That the foe was sullenly firing. Slowly and sadly we laid him down, From the field of his fame fresh and gory; We carved not a line, and we raised not a stone - Sir John Moore was an English general in command of an English army in the Peninsular War. After the capture of Madrid by Napoleon, Moore retreated before the French to Corunna in Northwest Spain, and was killed while superintending the embarkation of his troops, January 16, 1809. was necessary to bury him on the spot. Corse: corpse. It Catherine's Discovery BY JANE AUSTEN Jane Austen (1775-1817): An English author. She wrote "Sense and Sensibility," "Northanger Abbey," "Pride and Prejudice," and several other novels. Her characters are drawn from the middle rank of English society, and are remarkable for their truth to human nature. This selection is from "Northanger Abbey." Catherine Morland, a young lady who is very fond of reading tales of mystery, has arrived on a visit at Northanger Abbey, the home of General Tilney. The general's son, Henry, has mischievously tried to alarm her with stories of haunted chambers, mysterious cabinets, and other marvels. She goes to her bedroom after a dinner party. I 5 The night was stormy; the wind had been rising at intervals the whole afternoon; and by the time the party broke up, it blew and rained violently. Catherine, as she crossed the hall, listened to the tempest with sensa |