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to snorts and squeals of fright. He darts through 

 the underbrush and makes headlong speed for the 

 nearest ant-bear hole. 



The hole of the ant bear is the wart hog's only safe 

 refuge. These holes are only a foot or so in diameter 

 and many feet deep. Once down them, the wart hog 

 is safe from all but man, and he won't come out even 

 if you dig down to him. But how he settles his score 

 with his sharp-clawed host is something I have never 

 found out. There may be some division of spoils 

 about which I shall forever remain in ignorance. I 

 think the truth is that the ant bear is never there, 

 since he digs hundreds of holes looking for food and 

 probably doesn't go back to them. 



I like elephants. They are the fine, upstanding 

 middle-class citizenry of the jimgle. They attend to 

 their own business. They fight little among them- 

 selves, make good, intelligent parents and have a real 

 instinct of tribal loyalty. 



Once when I found it necessary to shoot to save my 

 life from a charging elephant the big animal was 

 mortally wounded, I wanted to fell him to save him 

 from suffering. But while I was getting ready to fire 

 again, two of his companions came on either side of 

 the wounded warrior as if to support him as he 

 tottered pitifully into the forest. 



I have seen a mother elephant lambaste her toto 

 with her trunk, push it gently into column when it 



