An African Shooting Trip 



ing distance. I tried several shoulder shots, 

 and very soon one large elephant, wounded in 

 several places, stepped out from the herd into 

 the open, where we were, looking decidedly 

 mad. A ball from my eight-bore broke a 

 foreleg high up, and down he went, but was 

 up again immediately. I then tried a head 

 shot with the .577 ; the hardened bullet, strik- 

 ing just in front of the ear, passed through 

 the brain, and the big fellow went down for 

 good. 



Passing by him, my shikari and I ran up on 

 to some low hills in pursuit of the rest of the 

 herd, which had been held up somewhat by 

 one of my men, who circled them on a pony. 

 Coming up with them in quarter of a mile, I 

 soon had two down without much trouble, but 

 the third one took a lot of shooting, and 

 though he did not actually charge, seemed 

 willing to do so any time. Finally, the .577 

 again found the fatal spot in the head, just as 

 H. K., who had been looking up a wounded 

 animal, arrived on the scene. 



Having no more cartridges, I stood behind 

 H. K. while he killed two more, the last, 

 though not a full-grown animal, charging 

 viciously up, within about twenty feet, before 



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