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front of me. As I pulled the trigger, the leader, a 

 fine bull, fell, but my shot went clean over him. 

 L. had hit it in the lungs, so it died of suffocation. 

 I then pushed after the largest cow that was 

 also wounded. She did not go far, waited behind a 

 clump of long grass and then charged, but as I have 

 said before, Burmese elephants don't care a rush for 

 buffaloes they are so used to them ; so my hattie, a 

 fine tusker, gave her a prod in the shoulder, which 

 knocked her down, but she was instantly up and at 

 us again ; but before she could close I struck her spine 

 and over she went. Finding that she was in full milk, 

 we searched the adjoining grass and soon found a 

 little cow calf, which was secured. As the Burmese 

 don't milk their cows, so there was no nourishment for 

 the poor thing ; it was therefore duly hal-laled and 

 ultimately eaten. About a mile further on we saw 

 several gaur, but could not get near them, the 

 firing at the buffs having alarmed them. Further 

 on we came upon a mucknah and three cow 

 elephants. They allowed us to get close up to them, 

 They were not worth the shooting, as I had practically 

 proved a couple of years before that it is impossible 

 to shoot, dead, an elephant off an elephant, so did 

 not fire at them, but my companion, more impulsive 

 than I, got close to the male, and he and Shoay-jah 

 emptied every gun they had into the poor brute, 

 who went away sorely wounded, and doubtless event- 

 ually died. When my too eager but now crestfallen 

 companion came back, we had lost more than half an 

 hour, so it was past eleven before we got to a pool of 

 water, where we dismounted and breakfasted. We 

 then went straight to the Gna-Eein, and about a 



