1 8 THROUGH GASA LAND. 



a hundred yards off, after whom he was in full pur- 

 suit. The Zulu appeared to take the matter very 

 easily ; first he dropped my gun in a bush, then ran 

 a few paces further till he reached a tree, up which 

 he mounted with the agility of a monkey. 



Sportsmen who shoot large and dangerous game 

 should truly bless the inventors of breech-loaders. 

 I often wonder now, even feel amazed, when I recall 

 to memory the many ticklish places, the old-fashioned 

 arm placed me in. 



Having loaded, I started in pursuit. I had no 

 difficulty in getting near the bull, for Jim kept call- 

 ing at him, and so attracting his attention. At 

 about twenty-five yards I gave the animal a brace 

 more bullets, but with no better results. 



The elephant did not appear to be in a hurry to 

 leave the tree that sheltered the boy, so without 

 difficulty I got reloaded, and, taking what I con- 

 sidered must be a fatal aim, fired. No visible effect 

 from either barrel was displayed, if I except that the 

 poor stricken beast gave up watching Jim, and 

 walked slowly and unsteadily off. Hurrying up my 

 loading, I ran forward to head the beast. There 

 was a fallen tree before me. This shelter I gained, 

 and from it again fired, aiming eight inches or ten 

 inches below the part I had formerly made my 

 target. The effect was electrical, for with a crash 

 the elephant fell, smashing to pieces a sapling up- 

 wards of ten inches in diameter. These were fair 



