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ON THE JAMBENI RANGE 



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came straight out for me at a run, screaming, her trunk up. 

 There was no time to waste ; so, as her chest was hidden by 

 the low scrub between us, I let her have my right barrel in her 

 head, instantly springing to one side and ducking, with the 

 idea of dodging under the vegetation. But she was down, 

 after getting within six paces (afterwards stepped) of where I 

 stood. Remembering the former one getting off under similar 

 circumstances and knowing she could only be stunned, I was 



" Where to aim." 

 Skull with brain marked black, showing its position with respect to ear, eye, etc. 



on the look-out this time, and as she rose (having slewed round 

 in falling) I gave her my second barrel in the ear, before she 

 was fairly on her feet, knocking her over plump and dead, her 

 legs kicking up in the air as she rolled over while the blood 

 poured out of her ear. This was the most satisfactory shot 1 

 had made ; and, under the circumstances, I felt excusably 

 pleased with myself She had longish curved tusks, crossing 

 at the points (44 lbs. the pair). On examining her I found 

 this was the elephant I had wounded from behind just before 

 the herd entered the forest : no doubt that made her so vicious. 



