HUNTING THE ELEPHANT 



a periodic stream. Words are powerless to express our 

 strange and varied emotions in the situation I have 

 just described. At last we reached the camp. 



The next day I sent out some of my most trusted 

 men to bring in the tusks of the two dead elephants. 

 The larger of the cows had but one tusk, weighing 

 twenty-eight pounds. My men discovered two iron 

 bullets lodged in the animal, one in the outer coating 

 of the stomach. These bullets had been sent into the 

 elephant by professional black hunters. 



I felt keenly disappointed because I had not suc- 

 ceeded in capturing alive one of the young elephants. 

 The thought that I had companions in misery did not 

 console me very much. No one had yet succeeded in 

 bringing a live elephant from East Africa to Europe, 

 in spite of the fact that the Uganda railroad has opened 

 the way into the very heart of the countries around the 



Upper Nile. 



Up to the present day one young elephant only has 

 been brought from German Africa to the fatherland. 

 It was captured in West Africa, in Kamerun, by native, 

 hunters and sent to Germany by Mr. Dominis, a lieu- 

 tenant of the colonial troops. 



If only I had had the good-luck to take a picture of 

 the twenty-five elephants! I would have given— I still 

 would be willing to give— one of my fingers in exchange 

 for a lucky snap-shot. 



In December, 1900, I had a similar experience. For 



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