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rifle, I drove a bullet into the elephant's skull, a 

 little behind his ear, sending him reeling away from 

 my boy, and reloading with utmost speed, I reached 

 his brain with my next shot, dropping him not more 

 than six yards away from the body of his victim. 

 At once, I rushed to Seremani's side, but, on seeing 

 the shocking injuries he had received, knew it would 

 only be a matter of moments ere he was done with 

 all earthly things. I hastily applied a water-bottle 

 to his lips, but he was too far gone to drink, and 

 catching hold of my hand, managed to mutter feebly : 



1 Quhaeri, bwana, wango, nimi gufa lao ! ' 

 (Good-bye, my master, to-day I shall be dead). 



His brother, Pombe, coming up at this moment 

 to where he lay, Seremani recognized him and 

 muttered his last words : ' Quhaeri, Pombe.' Then, 

 looking into my eyes and still gripping my hand, he 

 passed away. 



We carried the remains of my poor boy for two 

 days, and when within an hour's journey of his home, 

 laid him to rest in the glorious burial-ground of the 

 free, wild, forest. 



Shortly after this unhappy event, I left the 

 district, and so grieved was I over the death of my 

 boy (he is the only servant that I have had killed in 

 all my hunting expeditions), that I could not bear to 

 continue hunting in that locality. 



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