A FEW ELEPHANT STORIES. 



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see how lie was getting on. He was lying on a bed of 

 straw ; he recognized me at once, and held out his wounded 

 foot for nie to see. I renewed the bandage each day ; and 



HE HELD OUT HIS WOUNDED FOOT FOR ME TO SEE. 



after that the grateful animal never passed my tent with- 

 out a peculiar cry which he used for that occasion alone, 

 and when he met me he always gently rubbed my back 



