1G8 HUNTING IN THE JUNGLE. 



huge side, as if it were a hassock, and his trunk 

 waved in our very faces. Thursday and I, instinctively, 

 had thrown ourselves back, or one of us would have 

 been taken and crushed. Quick as thought, Thursday 

 buried his lance in the enemy's trunk, and the ele- 

 phant dropped upon the ground uttering piercing cries 

 of pain. 



''How foolish of you!" I cried; "you will only add 

 to their fury." 



" You are mistaken, massa. Thursday is not foolish. 

 The intelligent animals, having discovered by accident 

 the way to reach our place of refuge, would in five 

 minutes all be making use of this means, and we should 

 be driven higher, to a less comfortable spot." 



He was evidently right, for though the wound he had 

 inflicted could hardly have been deej), still, this one of 

 our sentinels departed into the forest, whining like a 

 whipped child. For the elephant, in spite of his great 

 mass and thick hide, is very sensitive to physical pain 

 when his blood is not up in a fight. 



"Now we have only seven guards," said I, triumphantly. 

 ''If we could only get rid of them all in the same way!" 



" Don't be too sure, massa ; the substitute for this one 

 will not be long in putting in an appearance." 



" Do you think so ? " 



'* I am sure of it. I know these animals only too 

 well." 



" Then let us hear your alternative method of escape." 



