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brandy to him in the jungles. Roosevelt accepted it 
with much interest in the accompanying message but 
apparently with mighty little interest in the brandy. 
He passed the bottle on to Cuninghame and I felt cer- 
tain it would eventually meet with just appreciation. 
We went over to Roosevelt’s camp for the night, 
thoroughly pleased that the hunt we had looked 
forward to together, but had been forced to abandon, 
was to take place after all. We intended to get an 
early start the next morning, for Roosevelt had seen 
one herd of elephants that day. We started with 
Tarlton leading. Suddenly he slipped off his horse 
and directed that we swing down side to get off wind. 
In a clearing just ahead of us were our elephants, a 
band of eight cows and calves, enjoying their midday 
siesta and milling about under the trees. We stood 
hidden by a great ant-hill while I picked out a cow I 
thought would do for my group and pointed her out 
to Roosevelt. Of course, I assumed that he would 
shoot her from behind the ant-hill, well out of sight 
and protected. Instead he went around the hill and 
started straight toward the elephants, Kermit and 
I following one on either side and in back of him. 
I had an impulse to climb on Roosevelt’s shoulder 
and whisper that I wanted him to shoot her, not to 
take her alive. But Roosevelt’s theory of meeting 
trouble was to meet it halfway and he got just about 
halfway when the old cow started across the open 
space. Then the other seven headed toward us. 
Roosevelt shot. The elephant I had selected went 
part way down and got up again. On they came. 
