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position very mucli-—to be ready with the second gun, 
1 seized the eight-bore, a good opportunity having 
occurred, for the grass was somewhat shorter, and at no 
distance off two fine bulls were moving along. With 
the object of seeing more distinctly, and yet knowing 
well wliat. the result would be, I drew my feet together. 
A flash, a crash, and away went three ounces of lead 
to lodge in the massive body of the nearest bull, whilst 
I fell violently to the ground in the opposite direction. 
Immediately regaining my feet, I discharged the other 
barrel in elephant number two, an ancient and splendid 
tusker of gigantic proportions. 
Down I went again, having been standing on tiptoe. 
The kick of the rifle was not heavy when an ordinary 
position was possible ; but at that time it could only be 
compared to a stiff match with the gloves against some 
adept in the noble art. The second recoil resulted in a 
cut cheek and a black eye. 
Both the bulls, however, fell when I fell. The rest 
of the herd with uplifted trunks broke away in all 
directions. The wind being weak, they were uncertain 
which course to strike, which doubled our by no means 
improbable chance of being run over. As usual, the 
empty cases stuck in the big gun, and for the life of me 
I could not extract more than one of them, although in 
less time than it takes to write this both the bulls were 
again on their legs, trumpeting wildly as they broke 
impetuously through the high grass. I managed to 
replace one cartridge, and after a hot chase succeeded in 
finishing oft’ elephant number one. 
At the sound of the rifle’s report, number two—the 
biggest bull and badly wounded—instantly wheeled and 
faced me, his trumpet tones shrieking in the air, while 
his ears, spread out in anger, flapped like a foresail in a 
shifting wind. The formidable beast was in the act of 
charging, and a thrill went through my nerves when I 
felt how weak I was without the lug gun. Not a 
moment was to be lost, so I fired both barrels of 
C-.L.K. right into his temple, which made him shake 
his old grey head and, with piercing screams, beat 
