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HIS DEATH. 



with ears cocked forward he reeled about like a drunken man ; 

 I then ran forward to about twelve yards and planted a ball 

 exactly between the eyes. Brooke followed it up with a 

 couple from his Westley Richard rifle. I thought he must 

 fall, but I believe he was saved by resting on his tusk for a 

 moment ; he then recovered himself and bolted. He dashed 

 down into a deep ravine and gave a loud roar ; on running up 



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THE DEATH OF THE GREAT TUSKER OF HASSANOOR. 



he was nowhere to be seen, so we took up the track, at 

 first there was no difficulty, but this, from the blood ceasing, 

 increased ; still, on we went, Brooke manfully sticking to 

 the track, I despairing of ever seeing the grand beast 

 again. 



For a good nine miles we followed the track, the greater 

 part of the way at a foot trot ; at last we came to the foot 



