Trip after Elephants 



accompany us at daybreak the following morn- 

 ing, and the man duly appeared, armed with a 

 long Dane gun, a trade weapon, smooth in the 

 bore, which could fire a few slugs, and would 

 have been worse than useless in an attack on an 

 elephant. The native was old too, and did not 

 give us the impression of over-keenness, but we 

 had to make the best of what material we had. 



Our way took us through the densest jungle, 

 which the sun's rays could not penetrate. Great 

 paths ran hither and thither, paths made by 

 elephants, whose spoor was fresh and abundant. 



I carried a double 8-bore Paradox, by Holland 

 and Holland, loaded with ten drams of black 

 powder and a three-ounce hardened bullet in each 

 barrel, whilst Gallwey had a *577 Express by the 

 same makers. 



Suddenly Gallwey fell ill with a bad dose of 

 fever he was violently sick, and although he 

 gamely stuck to it, he was at last compelled to 

 give up. We had to make a long detour to the 

 nearest village in order to get a canoe to take 

 him back to Calabar, for he was quite incapable 

 of walking the distance back to Jock's, where we 

 had left the launch. I wished to accompany 

 him, but he would not hear of it. 



This delay, more or less, spoilt my chances for 

 the day, but later we came on a patch of banana 

 plantation, which had only the previous night 

 been devastated by the elephants. The herd 



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