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had come out of the jungle to avoid the dripping 
wet from the trees. 
Now, Mr, Brown was not much of a sportsman, at 
events as regarded elephants: he did not see any 
use in risking his life, and calling it sport: not he, 
and he told Jones so. So Jones, who was very much 
excited, began to taunt him. “ Afraid, eh? Well, you 
a slow fellow. I wish Wildgoose was here.” This 
wafe enough. Mr, Browm said : “Give me hold of that 
gun.’* They examined the primings, capped the nip- 
ples, and j)ut some oiled cloth over them to keep 
them, dry, then sallied forth up the hills, but, when 
they came to the place, the elephant was gone. “He 
can’t be far off, * fays Jones, “we will track him. 
up in the jungle. So they entered the jungle on the 
elephant trail, J ones first ; the nilu underwood was 
like a wall on each side of them, there could be no 
escape through it: if the elephant charged them, they 
roust run straight back on the trail. Brown again 
remonstrated, but Jones was firm. After cautiously 
proceeding about fifty yards in, Jones, who was. 
first, suddenly stopped and held up his hand over 
his shoulder. They then both peered through the 
leaves, and there was the elephant standing about 
eight or ten yards off. The elephant evidently knew 
there was somebody about; he was motionless, and 
»eemed listening; perhaps he smelt them:, there was. 
BO time to be lost. Jones presented and fired, there 
was a loud shrit k, not unlike a sharp railway whistle,. 
» crash, and a rush, Jones turned for the other gun, 
ftud saw Brown running off as hard as he could, so, 
it was no use his standing there without a gun, 
he followed him. Mr. Brown, thinking the elephant 
was after him, just ran the faster, until they both 
came out into the clearing. “A nice fellow you 
avretogo elephant shooting with,” says Jones, “ If you 
would run, why did you not shove the gun into my 
hand first ?” 
After they had composed themselves and loaded 
the gun, .lones propo ed to go after the elephant, 
but Brown said he would not,. Jones told him 
to wait and he would just go a little w^ay in 
and have a look. On coming to the spot where he 
had fired, he found some blood, so he went further 
in on the elephant’s trail, but found no signs of him. 
There was no saying how far he might have rushed 
aiter receiving th*' shot,, and whether or not he died 
from the effects of it wa^ never proved. So Mr.. Jones 
came back, and they both retraced their steps to the 
bungalow.. On arriving there they found Mr. Wild-- 
■ goose also with his gun, and two or three starved 
huEgry-looking dogs. He had. come over to ask them. 
