I missed him the second shot, which struck the water just in front of him.

The other three shots caught him in the head, in the mouth and ear.

He lay quite still, and the boys rushed out a gang plank and surrounded him singing and shouting and cutting his tail to make him bleed and weaken him.
They don't die for an hour but he seemed dead enough, so I went to my cabin to re-load my gun and my camera.

In three minutes I came out, and found the hippo still quiet.

Then he began to toss his head and I shot him again, to put him out of pain.