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daring to approach within his reach. For two 

 days and two nights he had lain there, and now 

 was worn out with struggling. Yet, when I went 

 near him, he rose up with bristling mane and 

 raised his voice, and for the last time made the 

 canon reverberate with his deep bass roar, a call 

 for help, the muster call of his band. But there 

 was none to answer him, and, left alone in his 

 extremity, he whirled about with all his strength 

 and made a desperate effort to get at me. All 

 in vain, each trap was a dead drag of over three 

 hundred pounds, and in their relentless fourfold 

 grasp, with great steel jaws on every foot, and the 

 heavy logs and chains all entangled together, 

 he was absolutely powerless. How his huge 

 ivory tusks did grind on those cruel chains, and 

 when I ventured to touch him with my rifle- 

 barrel he left grooves on it which are there to 

 this day. His eyes glared green with hate and 

 fury, and his jaws snapped with a hollow 

 < chop,' as he vainly endeavored to reach me 

 and my trembling horse. But he was worn 

 out with hunger and struggling and loss of 

 blood, and he soon sank exhausted to the 

 ground. 



So 



