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a tree. Going up to within twenty yards of one of them, I 
took a steady aim with my eight-bore at a point just behind 
the shoulder, and fired. The elephant only raised up his 
huge ears and commenced to back away. I lodged three 
more bullets from my eight-bore at close quarters, directly 
over the region of his heart, and had the satisfaction of see- 
ing the beast roll over on his side and remain quite motion- 
less. As Dodson was behind the caravan, collecting, I 
handed Karsha my .577, and told him to remain with the 
dead elephant until the caravan came up, while I went after 
the second beast. 
Before I had gone far I heard many shots fired. What 
could it all mean? Had the beast that I thought I had 
killed actually got on his legs again? But as I had come 
now upon the second elephant, | thought I had _ better 
attend to him before going back to Karsha. The hunt 
was a long one, as the elephant did not seem to mind 
being cut to pieces by two-ounce bullets any more than a 
rhinoceros would mind being shot at by a Winchester. I 
followed the wounded beast for over three hours, and then 
had to abandon the chase, as I did not know where the 
caravan had got to, and I was alone with only one of my 
boys, Abdi Farrah. I had no water with me, and the 
long hunt in the hot valley made me so thirsty that I was 
glad to drop down and suck up the muddy water that lay 
in a hole made by an elephant’s foot. Late in the after- 
noon, when I had regained the caravan, I was told that 
the first elephant [ had shot had risen to its feet, much to 
the amazement of Karsha, and had then slowly walked 
away. 
Dodson told me that he had seen from the distance no 
less than forty of my boys following close on the heels of 
the wounded elephant, and firing at the brute continually 
with Winchesters and Snyders. The animal must have 
