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ing, the wounded elephant turned short round upon the 

 very edge of the jungle and faced me ; the remaining 

 portion of the herd (consisting of two large elephants 

 and two calves) had passed on into the cover. 



This was certainly a plucky elephant ; his whole face 

 was a mass of blood, and he stood at the very spot 

 where the herd had passed into the forest as though he 

 was determined to guard the entrance. I was now 

 about twenty-five yards from him, when, gathering him- 

 self together for a decisive charge, he once more come 

 on. 



I was on the point of pulling the trigger when he 

 reeled and fell without a shot from sheer exhaustion ; 

 but, recovering himself immediately, he again faced me, 

 but did not move. This was a fatal pause ; he forgot 

 the secret of throwing his head back, and he now held 

 it in the natural position, offering a splendid shot at 

 about twenty yards. Once more the four-ounce buried 

 itself in his skull, and he fell dead. 



Palliser and Wortley came up just as I was endeavor- 

 ing to track up the herd, which I had now lost sight of 

 in the forest. Following upon their tracks, we soon 

 came in view of them. Away we went as fast as we 

 could run toward them, but I struck my shin against a 

 fallen tree, which cut me to the bone and pitched me 

 upon my head. The next moment, however, we were 

 up with the elephants : they were standing upon a slope 

 of rock facing us, but regularly dumbfounded at their 

 unremitting pursuit, and they all rolled over to a volley 

 as we came up, two of them being calves. Palliser 

 killed the two biggest right and left, he being some 

 paces in advance. 



This was one of the best hunts that I have ever shared 



