CHAPTER THIRTY THREE.
BESIEGED BY THE BULL.
"Well," continued Hans, after a pause, "I began to congratulate myself on my fortunate escape; for I was convinced that but for the ant-hill I would have been trampled and gored to death.

The bull was one of the largest and fiercest of his kind, and a _very_ old one too, as I could tell by the bases of his thick black horns nearly meeting over his forehead, as well as by his dark colour.

I had plenty of time to note these things.

I felt that I was now safe--that the wildebeest could not get near me; and I sat perched upon the top of the central cone, watching his movements with perfect coolness.
"It is true he did everything to reach my position.

A dozen times he charged up the hill, and more than once effected a lodgment among the tops of the lower turrets, but the main one was too steep for him.