Further Experiences with Elephant 



All this wild life in the open air, when every- 

 body is content and trying to help everyone else, 

 is conducive to peace, and sitting lazily under the 

 stars of an African night in the jungle with every 

 comfort that can be obtained under such condi- 

 tions, begets thoughts and memories of past scenes 

 and people in far different places and countries. 

 I think I must write about memories — put a few 

 on paper — and rather spread myself in the poor 

 endeavour! Think of all those old Indian days 

 in the hills or the plains, or the time when one 

 was on Service and was shot at instead of being 

 the only attacking party, as I was this afternoon ! 

 Think of a happy day in the "little village" ; or 

 an afternoon on the river, drifting home in the 

 punt after a recherche dinner at some pretty 

 waterside club at Henley ; the varied excitements 

 of big-game shooting; a galloping chzikka at polo, 

 or the winning of a race by a short head ! 



Isn't life worth living ? There is no doubt ! 



That is all past and gone, maybe years ago ; 

 but to-morrow! — in a few hours! — and it is always 

 those few hours that count. But I'm off the 

 point. To-morrow came quite soon enough, and 

 was fated to bear episodes in its train even more 

 exciting than those of yesterday. 



My plan of action as regards the second bull 

 elephant was to set off very early towards a ridge 

 of mountains some two thousand feet hiah and 

 about three miles from camp, which was the 



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