My Friend the Elephant in 



waited, confident both in his power and his duty 

 toward the weaker member of his race which he was 

 faithfully protecting. It is perhaps because I realized 

 so fully the fearful danger of poor Jumbo, that I re- 

 member this scene so distinctly. 



Just as the engine was almost upon him, Jumbo 

 lowered his head and charged with all the power 

 within his ponderous body upon the murderous ma- 

 chine. The engine seemed to shudder, then came 

 to a sudden stop. The sleepy engineer, roused 

 by the shock, had reversed the lever but, alas! 

 too late. The impact had not thrown Jumbo from 

 the track, but I saw him reel, and knew the blow 

 had been mortal. In another instant I was by his 

 side. 



4 My dear old fellow, are you hurt ? ' 1 exclaimed. 



I saw a flash of recognition and intelligence come 

 into his eyes, but it was quickly dimmed by the blood 

 that trickled down his forehead. And then I saw 

 him reel again, and then, for the first time in his life, 

 fall. I threw myself beside him. I passed my hand 

 over his huge head, and felt the fracture which the 

 cruel blow had inflicted. I knew there was no hope, 



