l6o HIS DEATH. 
with ears cocked forwcird he reeled about like a drunken man ; 
I then ran fonvard to about twelve yards and planted a ball 
exactly between the eyes. Brooke followed it up with a 
couple from his Westley Richard rifle. I thought he must 
fall, but 1 believe he was saved by resting on his tusk for a 
moment ; he then recovered himself and bolted. He dashed 
down into a deep ravine and gave a loud roar ; on running up 
THB DEATH OF THE GREAT TUSKER OF HASSANOOR, 
he was nowhere to be seen, so we took up the track, at 
first there was no difficulty, but this, from the blood ceasing, 
increased ; still, on we went, Brooke manfully sticking to 
the track, I despairing of ever seeing the grand beast 
again. 
For a good nine miles we followed the track, the greater 
part of the way at a foot trot ; at last we came to the foot 
