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him. We shot another bull elephant shortly after this; he, 
too, uttered a shrill cry, and went off holding the same course 
the last one did; that was, however, all that I ever saw of 
him. F 
Eight elephants killed and four ‘bagged’ were the ‘trophies’ 
of this extraordinary night’s sport, beside the ‘ borelé’ and 
other ‘small fry’—enough, surely, to have arpeased the 
appetite for slaughter of the veritable Nimrod of cld himself 
—but there follows a variation upon this comparatively tame 
Bport. 
The next night I put in practice a novel experiment J had 
long entertained—that of hunting elephants by moonlight 
with dogs and horses, as in the day, being very much annoyed 
at wounding and losing in the last week no less than ten first- 
rate old bull elephants. I communicated my idea to ‘Stick- 
in-the-mud,’ and we hastily proceeded to saddle my steed. I 
led my dogs, eight in number, through the forest to leeward 
of where a bull who had come to the fountain to drink had 
gone in, and when I saw that they had got his wind I slipped 
them. They dashed forward and next minute I followed the 
baying of the dogs, and the crash and the trumpet of the 
elephant. He rushed away at first without halting, and held 
right for the mountains to the south-west. When, however, 
he found that his speed did not avail, and that he could not 
get away from his pursuers, he began to turn and dodge 
about in the thickest of the cover, occasionally making 
charges after the dogs. I followed on as best I could, 
shouting with all my might to encourage my good hounds. 
These, hearing their master’s voice beside them, stuck well 
by the elephant, and fought him better than in the day. I 
gave him my first two shots from the saddle; after which, I. 
rode close up to him, and, running in on foot, gave him some 
deadly shots at distances of from fifteen to twenty yards. 
The elephant very soon evinced signs of distress, and 
ceased to make away from us. Taking up positions in the 
