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as I knew the one which had been fired at, I gave it 

 both barrels of the gumtickler behind the shoulders 

 as it went away. A noise resembling that made by a 

 racket ball when "cut" hard and low immediately fol- 

 lowed the report of the "footy grandy," as the na- 

 tives had long since named the wall-piece (footy 

 signifying "gun," and grandy "large"); but whether 

 it had struck the elephant or the tree under which it 

 stood I at first doubted, as the animals showed no 

 signs of having been hit. Every one ran after 

 them, no doubt in the expectation of seeing one 

 of them drop, but they were soon out of sight, and 

 we returned to the tree, where, on examining the 

 spot, I picked up several pieces of the poor elephant's 

 teeth, some of them a couple of inches in length and 

 half that thickness. 



Mr. Young now returned to the boat, and I fol- 

 lowed. As we approached the river Reid was to be 

 seen at the mastliead, still looking after the elephants. 

 The afternoon was hot, with scarcely any wind, and 

 I was suffering from a bad headache, the eifect 

 of the fever that was still hanging about me, no 

 doubt increased by our late bad luck. At five 

 o'clock we anchored by the west bank for the night, 

 and as the countrv round was covered with a thick 

 scrub, I strolled out, accompanied by Stacy and 

 Moloka. During my walk I saw a number of reed- 

 bock, but all attempts to stalt them failed. How- 

 ever, just before dusk I saw another herd of the same 

 antelope feeding close to some reeds by the river, and 

 leaving Stacy, who had on a light coloured shirt, and 

 Moloka behind, stalked to within a hundred and eighty 



