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ON THE JAM BENI 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 
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 I 
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. 
