3 io ADVENTURES OF AN ELEPHANT HUNTER CH. 



life devoted to the chase, a side upon which a 

 hunter seldom lets his mind dwell, but to omit 

 which would be to state only one half of my case. 



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A few years ago, an old friend of mine, Godclard 

 by name, and one of the best of fellows, was killed by 

 an elephant in North Eastern Rhodesia. Goddard 

 was by no means an amateur at hunting on the 

 contrary, he was exceptionally cool, an excellent 

 shot, and had accounted in his time for a consider- 

 able number of elephants. 



It appears that one evening he set out in search 

 of small game, taking with him a '303 rifle only, and, 

 judging from subsequent events, must have come 

 upon an elephant quite unexpectedly and been 

 tempted by the prospect of a pair of heavy tusks to 

 follow the animal into a patch of dense bush. His 

 bearers, having waited a considerable time for him 

 and finding that their master did not return, decided 

 to follow his tracks into the thicket, but had not 

 gone far before they discovered Goddard's dead 

 body shockingly trampled and with a gaping wound 

 in the chest where a tusk had been driven clean 

 through. Beyond the fact that he was killed by an 

 elephant, the exact manner in which Goddard came 

 to his end is unknown. The sad event may have 



