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side of a hill near me, and tried to stalk it. I got so 

 close to the animal that I could hear him making a 

 peculiar grunting noise close to me, but for the life of 

 me, in the thick jungle, I could not make out where 

 he was. I moved on a little farther, and then I saw 

 him trotting away in the distance. Elephant tracks 

 were to be seen in all directions crossing the main path 

 along which we travelled, and fresh elephant dung was 

 here in quantities. 



I travelled on through the forest and came upon 

 the party of the young chief, who was waiting 

 for me by some water, H. having come across 

 elephants and gone after them. I asked the little 

 chief why he had not gone with him to hunt 

 elephants ; he said, in the most polite way, that he was 

 staying behind to wait for me. I thanked him, and 

 determined to push on again and make the Tackazzee 

 that day. Mahomet, one of the coolies, or rather 

 donkey-drivers, that we had brought with us from 

 Adiaboo, volunteered to act as guide. I pushed on as 

 quickly as possible, and, about half-past four in the 

 afternoon, the servants pointed out the Tackazzee. 

 There, sure enough, was a broad river below me, run- 

 ning between high rocky hills, with its waters gleaming 

 in the setting sun. I was standing several hundred 

 feet above it, and on the left of me, on the same side 

 on which I was, was a green jungle of grass and tama- 



