In Training for Sport 



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saplings that stretched away to where the river 

 ran swiftly between smooth boulders, and at one 

 end of this patch of jungle, which lay unburnt 

 and green across the blackened plain, stood a 

 line of elephants waiting the word of command 

 to sweep through the cover and drive out every 

 living thing. Maula Bux was not in this line 

 of attack ; until he had been proved, it was not 

 expedient that he should be in a position to 

 disorganize the beat either by a show of 

 cowardice or by a frenzy of rage. He had 

 been sent by a circuitous route to the top of 

 the cliff to guard the 

 exits from the grass- 

 land to the hills above, 

 and stood, a few feet 

 from the edge of the 

 precipice, looking down 

 on the dense cover 

 below. 



The line of elephants 

 advanced, and as they 

 came the jungle tribes 

 retreated before them ; 



