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hurried on, both filled with a dreadful and sickening 

 alarm. "We had not gone far when our worst fears 

 were realized. The poor brave fellow who had gone 

 off alone, was lying on the ground in a pool of his 

 own blood, and I thought, at first, quite dead. His 

 bowels were protruding through the lacerated abdomen. 

 Beside him lay his gun, t 1 e stock was broken, and the 

 barrel was bent and flattened. It bore plainly the 

 marks of the gorilla's teeth. 



"We picked him up, and I dressed his wounds as 

 well as I could with rags torn from my clothes. When 

 I had given him a little brandy to drink, he came to 

 himself, and was able, but with great difficulty, to 

 speak. He said that he had met the gorilla suddenly 

 face to face, and that it had not attempted to escape. 

 1 It was,' he said, ' a huge male, and seemed very 

 savage.' It was in a very gloomy part of the wood, 

 and the darkness, I suppose, made him miss. He 

 said he took good aim, and fired when the beast was 

 only about eight yards off. The ball merely wounded 

 it in the side. It at once began beating its breast, 

 and with the greatest rage advanced upon him. 



" To run away was impossible. He would have been 

 caught in the jungle before he had gone a dozen 

 steps. 



" He stood his ground, and as quickly as he could 

 reloaded his gun. Just as he raised it to fire, the 



