1 3 o ADVENTURES OF AN ELEPHANT HUNTER CH. 



an occasional glimpse of the top of his back, heart 

 and brain shots were entirely a matter of guess work. 

 Upon coming up to where he lay, we found him lying 

 on his side moaning, so I put him out of pain with a 

 577 bullet through the brain. 



When my men were chopping out the tusks of the 



ELEPHANT WITH SOME OF MY MEN AND THEIR WIVES. 



latter elephant, my head tracker, Simba, came up to 

 me saying that he couldn't understand why the animal 

 had not succumbed to the first two shots, which, in 

 his opinion, had penetrated the brain. This con- 

 jecture we proved to be correct, for Simba, removing 

 with his knife the skin of the forehead from about 

 the wounds, and chopping a hole in the skull, inserted 

 his hand alone the course of the bullets and with- 



