214 THROUGH UNKNOWN AFRICAN COUNTRIES. 
my Boran guides to the Amara people, who live high up 
in the mountains, their chief came to visit us, bring- 
ing me a present of asheep. I now learned that Prince 
Ruspoli had got as far as the Amara, having followed 
up the river Jub far to the north of my line of march, 
and that he had been killed by an elephant near the foot 
of the Amara Mountains. The chief told me that Ruspoli 
had spent a long time in his village, and that after his death 
his body had been taken up the mountain again and buried 
alongside of the graves of some noted chiefs. One of the 
Amara told me that he was an eye-witness of the thrilling 
scene of Ruspoli’s last hunt. 
When he reached the Galana Amara with his cara- 
van, death overtook him. In the open plain ahead of his 
line of march appeared a large elephant. Ruspoli, who 
was ahead, motioned to his caravan to stop, and walked out 
alone to have a try for the beast. He crept to within thirty 
yards, and fired. Suddenly the huge animal turned on him, 
and in the twinkling of an eye the Prince was suspended 
aloft in the grasp of that powerful trunk. 
To the excited natives, powerless to interfere, it seemed 
an interminable time that the beast kept swinging Ruspoll 
about in the air before he lowered the body to the ground 
and stamped out the little life that was left. 
The Amara begged me to stay as long as I could among 
them, and promised to trade with me. The chief returned 
on April 25, and with nine boys I accompanied him up 
the high mountain. I did not expect to be gone long, and 
took no provisions of any kind with me, or extra clothing ; 
but the scenery became so interesting that I continued climb- 
ing higher than I anticipated. We could now see the Galana 
far below us, winding through a very wide valley, and then 
cutting its way through a great mountain range. A little 
higher there was pointed out to me by the chief, Gote Gamo, 
