high-power shell, its name leaped back- ward & disappeared. "You hit him" said the hunter, but I felt he must be wrong. The animal had not leaped like me with a death wound if the bullet had struck where I had aimed for the neck; he would have gone down like lead. Never in all my long years of hunting have I had such a feeling of utter despair with myself & of sudden intense surprise. It had been as sure of its flight as it's the skin was already spread upon the ground & it was impossible to believe I had missed. Yet the game had not been killed & I knew the little Mannlicher bullet will enough to be sure there would have been no need for a second shot if it had found its way into the animal's neck. A lump rose in my throat which almost choaked me and I balled down hard to keep the water out of my eyes. I was in the uttermost depths of dejection. And just then the impossible happened, why it happened I shall never know, except that a kind Providence had reserved a special decision for as I raised my eyes I saw again that enormous hind & neck appear from behind a rock.